Dane POV
All his instincts screaming, and with his wolf demanding he run to his mate, Dane wanted to bolt through the brush, toward the open plain and the flowing river that lay between the strike force’s hiding place and the border.
A red haze filled his head. Red like the blood he wanted to shed.
But he had to stay calm. The Evenhiders and the Silverpaws were running ahead, racing to the settlement. They had orders to engage the enemy when they found them. To keep the Crimsontails distracted while Dane and his brothers headed to the settlement.
“Stop me from going back across the border,” he thought. “To find that little weasel.”
His brothers surrounded him. “And what good will that do?” Jiro said.
Lilia. Kidnapped. Patch, injured.