Chapter 8

“I think a hot bath and a good dinner will do the trick.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What about Thor?” Dexter asked, looking over to where Luke still held the shivering dog.

“Thor is in good hands. He needs to be dried and fed, too.”

Dexter nodded, though he preferred the dog stay with him. Without another word, Jax took his arm and led him through the high, double doors that marked the entrance of the lodge. Dexter still felt winded from his race through the woods, but stepping through those doors stole what little breath he had left.