Chapter 12. Collars

Silas POV

I hit the tree line at a dead run.

I'd smelled them the second the wind turned. That flat, nothing scent from behind the Hendersons' fence, the one that smelled like an empty room. Two of them. Here. Close enough to watch me walk out of practice.

Close enough to look up at the top of the garage and find her.

I'd seen the one on the left raise his hand. I'd seen his point.

My wolf had stopped being something inside me and started being all of me.

I reached for Dom through the pack link as I ran. It was like shoving a door open in the back of my skull.

Trees behind the south fields. Two. Now.

His answer came back fast and sharp. On my way. Don't go in alone.

I was already in.

The pines closed over me. The light went green and dim. I could hear them ahead, moving fast, not even trying to be quiet now. Boots on needles. Breathing.

They wanted me to follow.

I didn't care