CHAPTER 61

MITCH CHESTER

HE SNIFFED THE little stick again to be sure and he confirmed that it was Mountain Ashwood. He took one last sweeping glance at the space around him before he made his way back and out of the tunnel. Holding the stick in his mouth, he bounded down the mountain in long leaps. The storm was heavier on his way back, with wind so heavy that they uprooted some trees and flung them around.

Mitch did not pay any attention to the harsh weather, rough terrain, and low visibility. He did not bother to stop for his clothes and gear which he buried beside a tree. He got to the foot of the mountain after another hour.

The border was empty. Many people had retired for the night. "Draco," He mindlinked. "My office. Now."

"On it," came the immediate reply.

He made his way to the palace without coming in contact with anybody. Well, they all knew that their king was a Lycan, but still, he didn't like to shift in their midst unnecessarily.

His guards stood to attention as soon they saw hi