Timber held up a thick steak. “Best I can do is a porterhouse.”
Canyon laughed.Hell no, that’s mine—put it back. There’s gotta be some chuck steak in there.
Timber climbed into the bed of the truck for a better view and dug around. He came out with a pound of bacon in each hand. “Baaaaconnnnn,” he said. “There’s seven pounds—more than enough to spare some for a joke.”
Yeah, okay.
They crossed the driveway, heading for the picnic tables, looking for Trevor. At the first picnic table, they passed Harlan and Eventine talking to Crew, with Beckett listening in. Crew looked murderous.
“Trent’s echo says you need watching, and so you’re going to be watched, and that’s that,” Harlan was saying as they walked by.
“What’s that about?” Timber said.
Canyon shook his head and shrugged.
At the next picnic table, Mac and Jaggar were talking to Troy. “The bear’s always scented honest,” Troy said. “I don’t think he’s working with the witch.”
“Which bear?” Timber muttered. He stopped next to them and started to speak, but Trevor appeared from nowhere and got up in his face.
“You two, your priority is finding Sage Greene,” Trevor said.
Wade came over fast from another conversation. “No. It’s finding Abigail White.”
Trevor and Wade looked at each other, each ready to argue, but Timber stuck a pound of bacon between them.
“No need to fight over us,” he said. “If we find one, we’ll find the other.”
Wade flicked a look at the bacon then back to Timber. "What are you talking about?"
“Seems like Sage Greene might actually be Sage White.”
Wade shook his head. “No,” he said dismissively. “It’s not possible that there’s afoxenOne True Mate.
Irritation spiked through Canyon. After what he’d seen Reynard do, he had no tolerance for this bullshit.
“I'm pretty sure you're wrong, old wolf,” Canyon said, crossing his arms over his chest, staring Wade down.
Canyon’s voice and insubordination shut the others up. Their groups broke apart, and thewolvenmoved in closer to hear.
“The night before last,” Canyon said, “Just before all this shit started, me'n Timber saw afoxentry to kill Khain. His name's Reynard Van Crimson. Khain came from the Pravus to get him, but he fought it. Khain was King Kong-sized, but thisfoxenwas a warrior. He chewed his way through Khain's face, tried to eat his brain, got slapped into the Pravus for it.”
Timber nodded through the whole thing. He whapped the table with the package of bacon, then cradled it like a football and turned around to point at several males with the other. “If you saw it, you’d want thatfoxenright here, working with us, not locked up in a jail cell.”
“That’swho we have in the cellblock?” Mac said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“That’s not Reynard, that’s his brother or uncle or dad or something.”
“Makes sense,” Beckett said. “I always thought we were making shit up aboutfoxen.”
Wade was shaking his head. “What about Rex?” he demanded. “What about Soren?”
Timber shrugged. “What about Grey? Maybe Rex and Soren are consideredfoxentraitors, like Grey is a traitor to us.”
A lively conversation started between the males. Wade looked pissed. He pulled Trevor away from the others and spoke urgently to him.
Timber hit Canyon in the chest with the pack of bacon, saying, "We’ve got our orders. Let's get out of here."
Canyon tossed the bacon on the table and followed Timber.Agreed.
