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“Wolves?” I echoed, my mind racing.
Davidson nodded gravely.
“We found two burnt animal corpses as well. Not much left, but we’re fairly certain they were wolves. I’ve seen strange things in this line of work, but this…” He shook his head. “It’s like nothing I’ve encountered before.”
The implications were unsettling.
The rogue dragon had a much deeper connection with the wolves than I realized if it was using them as its eyes and ears.
And if that were true, then it wasn’t just a simple beast—it was intelligent enough to lay traps, to bait its enemies.
A realization hit me with sickening clarity: the destruction here might be nothing more than a diversion, a lure to pull me away from my mate.
Davidson gave me a firm pat on the shoulder. “I’m headed back to the station. If you find anything, call me.”
I nodded, watching as he and his team pulled away, leaving me alone at the scene.
The rogue had to be nearby, lurking just out of sight, reveling in the chaos it had unleashed.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself, letting my senses expand outward, scanning for the faintest hint of movement, a shift in the air.
But there was nothing.
Time slipped by, my patience waning as I waited. And yet, the rogue dragon didn’t come.
I felt a flicker of anger, quickly replaced by unease.
If this was just a trap, a distraction, then that meant only one thing: the real target was elsewhere.
I cursed under my breath, realizing I’d been played. The rogue had never intended to confront me here.
It had drawn me away, leaving Blake and Finn vulnerable back at the cabin.
Without another thought, I bolted for my truck, slamming the door shut and gunning the engine.
The roadhouse fire had been a brutal diversion, and I’d taken the bait.
My hands clenched the wheel, my foot pressing harder on the accelerator as I sped back toward the cabin.
All I could think of was Blake, his iron will, his fearlessness.
But he was still human, still vulnerable, and he didn’t know what he was up against.
The trees blurred past as I pushed the truck faster, my mind racing through every possibility, every nightmare scenario.
I’d let myself get too close, too complacent, and now my mate was in danger.
I had severely underestimated my enemy but I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLAKE
As I carefully bandaged thelast of Finn’s cuts, I glanced at him.
“How do you feel?” I asked, adjusting the gauze over a particularly nasty gash on his forearm.
Finn gave me a small smile, the tension on his face easing just a little.
