Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO

The wolf shifter is taken to the infirmary, a difficult feat considering the raging snowstorm. However, he had managed to trip some alarms when entering the territory so help had arrived pretty quickly.

“Who is he?” I ask, leaning against the wall outside the infirmary.

Ezekiel who had just walked out looks troubled, “An old friend. And old pack mate.”

I hear the clicking sound of shoes and then another man enters the waiting room and I nearly jolt in recognition.

He’s the same man who had approached Sarah in the forest. The one she had smiled for.

Up close, I see that he is a handsome man with a gentle face.

“Any update, Peter?” Ezekiel asks.

“Your wolves tracked him all to the border and past it. I’ve sent a few of them to follow the trail but most of his injuries are old. A few days old. His healing was slow though.”