Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GARRETT
Two days away from camp and both my wolf and I are on edge. We need to check on Angel. She smiled when I left, assured me she’d be fine. I never would have left had I suspected otherwise, even if that meant defying Damien’s orders yet again.
“Anything?” Frank asks as he patrols the border. He spotted me while I was still two miles out and gave a brief howl, requesting I identify myself, which means he—or Damien—is on edge. He has the patience of a predator, but he doesn’t leave anything to chance.
“Blade and I tracked two scents that eventually split on the interstate.”
“Human?”
“One, definitely. The other… I’m not sure.” I thrust my hand through my hair. “It makes no sense, but I swear it was shifter.”
“Direction?”
“Blade went east, followed the human. At this point, we thought they were both human. I followed the second scent north, through the thickest part of the woods. Another reason I think it was shifter.”
“Okay, head home, eat, sleep. I’ll update Damien.”
“I’ll update him since I’m heading into camp to check on Angel.”
“Don’t bother. She’s not there.”
My wolf, who’s fucking tired of trailing a scent that disappeared in the middle of nowhere, sits up straight on high alert. “Damien kicked her out?” My growl’s unmistakable, but it doesn’t faze Frank.
“You know Damien wouldn’t do that. You need to get your head on straight, and soon.”
“Can’t. Too wired.” And stressed worrying about Angel. The only reason I was able to stay away as long as I did and focus on my mission was because I’d left Angel surrounded by pack. Safe. “And now you’re playing games with me. What’s happened, Frank? The boy okay?”
“He’s retelling the story over and over as if it was a grand adventure.”
“Sadie Lynn?”
“Damien chewed her out, but he’s finally realizing taking care of those rugrats is too big a job for one shifter. He ordered Tanner back to work, limited hours, until he’s fully healed or they find someone to help Sadie Lynn now that Angel left.”
“Where is she, Frank? What aren’t you telling me?” My hands clench but I force them open. Frank’s toying with me, but he doesn’t look stressed.
“She got into a fight with one of her cabinmates and moved out. I didn’t see it, just heard someone called her the H word.”
“Human? Why the fuck would someone call her that?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. As long as she’s not tied to the WSSO, I couldn’t care less if she’s shifter, human, or a three-ton elephant accidentally trampling everything in its path.
But I will say this, Garrett. She needs to find a way to fit in or she’ll always be on the outside.
Like you. And one of you is one too many.
” He slams a pack of clothes from the cache against my chest. “Talk to her.”
Message received. “Where is she?”
“Your cabin.”