C H A P T E R T W E N T Y F I V E
The Arctics' hideout must have received word of their compatriots' untimely demise. At least, that was the only explanation Jerome could offer for the flurry of activity there. They were obviously packing to leave, or at least the few men who remained.
Jerome wasn't naive enough to believe that they would be able to capture all of the wolves who had come for them at Libby's house. There were always soldiers who could read a losing situation and get the hell out of there. In fact, Tim had pinpointed the location of the makeshift headquarters thanks to one of them relaying a message to their command.