Chapter Twenty-Eight

Roan Roan jogged out of the pack house and passed the bonfire. No one seemed any wiser about what was going on in the woods. He was glad. He didn’t need any frantic wolves. They were already on edge from the rogues they’d captured. Them knowing about another one before the bond fire was over wouldn’t help anything. Roan took the long way toward Jacob and the others, to avoid running into any of the wolves. Jacob’s scent led him deep into the depths of the pack’s perimeter, close to the edge of their land. Jacob stood in the midst of several wolves who all looked tired as hell. “What’s going on?” Roan asked once he shifted. Jacob turned to look at him. “We’ve been chasing this bastard the entire time. He’s super-fast, and he disappeared over the fence,” he said. Roan followed his pointed finger. “Did you get a glimpse of him? Was he in his wolf form?” “He didn’t look familiar,” Ethan, one of their warriors, said. “Yeah, he didn’t smell familiar either,” Jacob added, stro