Chapter 5

He still has to lead the werewolf into the clearing where Chogan is waiting for him, so they can kill this man-eater away from prying eyes. Chogan Sakaate, an Algonquin Native American, is one hell of a hunter, and it was Chogan who called Elijah in on this hunt. They’ve hunted together many times over the years, ever since they met when Elijah was nineteen and Chogan was twenty

Chogan’s not hard to spot, his mammoth six foot seven inches of height making Elijah feel small even though he’s only around three inches shorter. He’s also broader, whereas Cho is all lean muscle, midnight black hair down past his shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes. It’s hardly surprising they’ve fallen into bed more than once, but now is far from the time to be thinking about that.

“Next time you can play bait,” Elijah laughs as he stops beside Chogan in the clearing and pulls his gun. Well, it’s one of his father’s Colts, but they’ve always shared weapons, from the moment Elijah learned to shoot.