Wild Hunt (The Revenant Book 4) by Kali Argent

Author:Kali Argent [Argent, Kali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PECCAVI PRESS
Published: 2020-06-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Staying close to the doors, Cade rolled his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension from his back and neck. The discomfort remained.

Nothing existed for miles around them except open fields and steep mountain faces. The landscape provided nowhere for an attacker to hide, nowhere for someone to lie in wait to ambush them.

Still, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and a heaviness pressed down on his shoulders. Even when all the evidence said otherwise, his instincts insisted something didn’t feel right.

He and Mackenna were alone in unfamiliar territory—at least, unfamiliar to him—and they had already been attacked once. Funny how encounters like the one with the pack of Ravagers had become so common now it barely registered as an actual fight. Mackenna had been understandably shaken, but she’d recovered quickly. It kind of amused him that she’d been more concerned about their procreation habits than she had been about the fact that they’d tried to eat her.

Despite the chaotic nature of their encounter, there had been empathy in her voice when she’s spoken about them. He thought he’d even detected an undertone of recognition, an understanding that she could have so easily suffered the same fate. Technically, she still could.

If she’d retained her sanity for this long, it was unlikely that she’d go full Ravager, but it was always a fear among the werewolves. He’d heard Rhys speak of it often, but the wolf had Thea now, a mate to keep him grounded and centered. Cade vowed to be that for Mackenna.

“Damn it!” she snarled from the other side of the barn.

He didn’t have the sight of a werewolf, couldn’t see through the darkness, so he could only assume the secret compartment she’d been excited about hadn’t been such a sure thing after all. While he hadn’t held out much hope, he’d honestly wanted to be proven wrong. Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean that Jessica had died or that something nefarious had happened to her. He also doubted Mackenna would ever see her friend again.

“Maybe she had to leave quickly and didn’t have time to stash a note.”

The logical parts of his brain demanded he retract that statement immediately. The Christmas tree standing sentinel in the living room had been the first hint that not all was well.

Even if Jessica had been one of those people who kept their decorations up until March, that still meant she had set out from the ranch before the rise of the ARC. She had left before survivors would have known anything about Olympus or how to get there. On her own in an increasingly hostile world, she wouldn’t have made it far.

That, of course, was assuming she had even survived the virus, which didn’t seem likely. In fact, it was more plausible that she’d died in her home and coyotes or some other scavengers had dragged her body off into the desert.

He’d never tell Mackenna that. He’d never paint such a gruesome picture for her, but it wasn’t right to give her false hope, either.

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