That wasn’t a risk I was about to take.
Slowly, I picked Nyx back up again. “I appreciate your help.”
About two miles up the mountain, we entered Gideon’s settlement. Once again, I was shocked by the construction and feel of the area. We’d always assumed that the rogues here were spending more time as wolves, but these wood cabins were even more impressive than the human settlement. It wasn’t as well-protected, but given the werewolves I saw roaming the perimeter, they had their own protection.
A guard. My wolf growled at the thought. Were they armed? Did Gideon have his own militia? Was I carrying an unconscious Nyx into an even more dangerous area?
The radio on his belt crackled, and Gideon picked it up. It was just like the f*****g radios on the wolves who’d attacked us when we firs
