Chapter 63. Regant Mountain (2)

Blayne’s POV

Neither of us enjoyed the company of the other. However, Rupert was surprisingly helpful despite his hostile demeanor. Several hours passed and I was pleased with the information that I had acquired.

Resplendent like the noonday sun, a fire lit in my groins. Cleo monopolized my mind. She’s become my obsession.

“Where’s your Chieftain?” I had to see her. My mind felt crazed from missing her.

Hesitantly, Rupert muttered, “She’s with the elders.” After pointing to the redwood tree to his right, he dropped his hand. “Many of our people do not wish to leave the mountains. They believe that we can recover on our own over time.”

“Your people will end up starving,” My voice deepened and he shivered as I gashed him with the truth. “There are still injured people from your last battle with Hank. Even though you are werewolves, you heal slowly because the pack is malnourished and lacks medicinal supplies. Your people cannot withstand