Wounded: book 8 (A Rylee Adamson Novel)
“Alex said as we drew close to Louisa’s house.Seriously? “Everybody on their toes.” I went to draw one of my blades, forgetting that I’d lost both of them. There was a first time for everything, but did it have to be right then?Erik took point and I let out slow breaths, taking my whip and uncoiling it. Had the ogres come after Louisa and the shamans?“Smell any ogres, Alex?”“Nope. Just wolves. And guardians.”I frowned. “What wolves?”“Boss’s pack.”I shared a look with Erik, who just shook his head. “They should be in London.”And you were supposed to be on your way to London too. Blaz’s voice rippled over me and I turned to the left, the direction he spoke from. That wasn’t really my main concern. “Where’s Liam?”Alex let out a yip and then took off into the darkness.“Alex, stop!” Which, of course, he didn’t listen to, not for one second. “Fuck!”In the distance, there was a howl and then a small chorus of howls started up. I Tracked Liam and the tension flowed out of me.
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