Gideon’s POV
We left just as the first rays of sunlight began to crack over the horizon.
I had barely slept, but I didn’t feel tired at all. In wolf form, my body was stronger, faster. Senses focused on one thing: finding Avery. Sleep could wait.
The journey to Matthew’s Gulch was long and arduous. We crossed Dead Man’s Gully early that morning, but it was still over ten miles to reach Matthew’s Gulch. With no roads leading through the area, we had no choice but to move on foot, shifted, racing across miles of untamed forest.
The closer we came to the gulch, the more rugged the forest grew. Rogue territory was always wild, but it was clear that the Rogue King—or Asher, as Deirdre called him—had chosen his location strategically.
He wanted to ensure that no sane wolves would dare vent
