Chapter 37. Nine

Ronan's POV

They came out of the dark all at once.

No scent. No sound but the crash of bracken and the scrape of claws on stone. One moment the cleared ground beyond the work lights was empty, and the next it was full of shapes. Thin, gray, ragged wolves, and some on two legs, half shifted, eyes white in the glare.

Twenty. Maybe more.

Some of them carried knives in their teeth. I saw the light flash off silver.

"Hold," I said. Not loud. Every wolf on the fence heard it through the bond. "Hold. Nobody moves until they cross the ditch."

Behind me, under my feet, Corvin had stopped screaming. I didn't know if that was good or bad.

The omegas hit the outer edge of the ring of light and slowed. They hadn't expected light. They hadn't expected a trailer, or a table, or a woman standing behind it with her hands empty.

June raised her voice.

"Davy's here," she called. "An