Chapter 103

Trent loped on two legs along with the others, the clear scent of wolves, tinged with the unnaturalness he'd come to recognize, reaching his nose. The battle of good wolf against evil loomed, and he looked forward to putting the days of inaction and waiting behind him. Through his link to Thea, he felt her anxiety but no fear, and he wondered if they'd misread Marc's actions and words. Or Roderick's interest in Thea.

Surely if Roderick intended to make his move, he wouldn't have his wolves coming to meet them so far from the motel still. Perhaps we misjudged Nathan's appeal to the creature after all.

Movement in the trees had him tightening his grip on the gun he held. He'd opted to remain human in the coming fight, the long knife tucked through his belt, one of many scattered among their ranks in the hope one of them would get a chance to take out the vampire. But while he chose to remain on two legs, most of his companions were prepared to meet the enemy in their stronges