Chapter Thirty-Six

Roan “This is in the middle of nowhere,” Roan said, looking up the address on his phone. “That’s a major red flag.” Sullen looked down at the screen and cringed. “When are they meeting?” she asked. “Tomorrow night at midnight,” Jacob said, climbing into the backseat. “We should go.” Roan gave him a sheepish look, while Sullen scoffed. “Seriously, Jacob? I almost got into a fight with one in two seconds of speaking to her. It’s not a good idea.” He shrugged. “I dunno. It might be a good idea. We could get our warriors together, and go see what they are talking about. See if they talk about sending rogues to the pack, or if they have anything to do with it at all.” He had a point, and Roan knew it. “Maybe,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “No,” Sullen said. “Are you serious? We don’t know how many of them there are, or what their little meeting is about, Roan. They could wipe out our pack...” “Sullen,” Roan said, touching her mouth with his finger. “Calm down. We’ll