Chapter Forty Four

Keenan POV

I woke up to the pungent smell of silver, the scent burning my nostrils.

The events of the previous day come back to me all at once.

A trap. It was all a trap, and I barreled right into it.

I should be angry but I’m not, only mildly impressed. In my sober state of mind I would have been able to spot that shit from a mile away, but hearing her scream and the scent of her blood had the beast in me in a craze, furious with anger and fear.

I realize now she was never in any danger, I hadn’t even felt her fear through our bond.

I had it all planned out, down to the last detail. After having the entire pack run around in circles all week, scrambled throughout the territory, I saw that their numbers became fewer. I wondered where they all went, they either went back to their packs, or they were spread out so thin, the heart of town would now be unprotected.

Perfect.