Chapter 73

It took them a day to actually track down the hillbillies. Their home-turf advantage aided them in hiding for longer than Jaxon's usual prey. Idiots with only half a brain between them, they should have left the woods entirely. Lycans with a purpose and a grudge made the worst enemies.

His new companion, Trent-so strange to hunt with others after all these months alone-found them and made them talk, after they'd finished screaming. But they didn't learn much other than a guy with freaky eyes had paid them to lure folks to their cabin. Once they had a victim, whom they were told to shoot with silver and tranquilize, they put up a flag on a tree and left. When they returned the next day, the body would be gone and a bottle of something alcoholic left behind.