Jill’s pov
Rain lashed down through the black pine branches, plastering my damp hair to my neck. My heart thudded hard against my ribs, but my fingers stayed tight and steady around the twin silver hilted daggers I’d drawn from my thighs.
I froze, barely letting myself breathe.
Three rogue wolves stepped into the narrow clearing ahead. They weren't wearing the gray colors of Fernando’s ridge guards. Their mismatched leather vests were splattered with dried mud, their faces scarred, their dark eyes wild and unhinged.
Shaun’s faction.
"I’m telling you, I smelled a Red Moon scout," the broadest one growled, his hand resting on a heavy iron hatchet. He spat into the mud, his dark gaze sweeping the bushes. "An Alpha’s female. Out here alone."
"Then let's find her before Fernando’s patrol
