Highland Wolf Pact: Blood Reign: A Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance - Plot & Excerpts
She hid high up in a tree, watching men and wulvers walking past, talking, laughing. She watched them set up tents and light fires. She watched, breath held, hand over her mouth to keep from crying out, as they untied Griff from the back of his horse, letting his big body slide, lifeless, to the ground. She wouldn’t believe he was dead, refused to believe it. They set up a cage and chained him into it, so she knew he still breathed. Bridget almost cried with relief. The tent went up around the cage, so she couldn’t see him anymore. Two men guarded the front of the tent, but no one stood at the back. She could sneak underneath it, she decided. When it was full dark, when the camp slept. So many wulvers, so many men! She’d never seen so many on little Skara Brae before. But none of them were Alaric. She left a clear trail for him to follow. He was an extraordinary tracker. If he’d come looking for her, he would have easily been able to follow.
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