Then two.
Ryker complained. Rowan complained.
Then Ryker again. Then Rowan again.
They took turns.
We followed the wall until the old base came into view, silhouetted against the glowing moon.
“Fucking finally,” Ryker muttered.
“When we get inside, eyes up,” Cade said. “We move fast. Exit through the vehicle hangar and then move northwest to the safe house. It'll be another few hours until we reach it.”
Stay near me,I signed to Crane.
She nodded.
“Move,” Cade ordered.
We went in quietly.
Base was cold. Dark.
Every step closer to the Northern Borderlands.
I turned to check on Crane.
She wasn’t behind me.
“Stop!,” I barked.
“Why?” Cade turned and asked.
“Where is she?" he barked when he noticed she was missing.
He swept his scope light down the hall.
Relief, Rowan was there, but...
She stood several feet back, hidden in darkness.
Pale. Shaking.
“Crane,” I said, rushing towards her. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t… I don’t feel good.”
Then the scent hit.
Sweet. Thick. Too strong.
My chest tightened.
She whimpered.
And I knew.
Rowan was going into heat.
