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“Are you kidding? Let’s go catch ourselves a traitor.”
Briefly returning to his own bunk, Nick changed into cammos and loaded up with his weapons. His wolf prowled restlessly inside, wanting in on the action.
“Soon,” he promised.
With one last check of his ammo, he went to meet Tarron out front.
Time to find out just what the fuck was going on, and destroy the asshole who was behind it all.
Ten
Out front, Nick and Tarron jumped into a Land Rover driven by Ian.
Micah accompanied Nick, appearing surprised and pleased to have been chosen for this mission, when the simple truth was Nick wanted to boost the young wolf’s confidence—while keeping an eye on him.
“Why are we not tracking Graham on the ground, in wolf form?” Nick asked as the vehicle peeled from the driveway. He still had the guard’s scent programmed into his wolf’s brain, so following him wouldn’t be a problem.
Tarron answered from his spot in the front passenger’s seat next to Ian. “Teague is tracking the SUV Graham took, using the tracking device installed in the vehicle.” The prince pointed to the earpiece and wire Ian wore. “He’s giving Ian directions.”
“That’s certainly easier.”
Micah spoke up from beside Nick. “Good old shifter methods fall to technology. It’s sad, really.”
He sounded so sincere, Nick and the others chuckled. Nick said, “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll have plenty of opportunity to use your talents.”
Micah, being the easygoing type normally, didn’t take exception to their amusement or being called “kid.” Nick was good at reading people, and Micah had a big heart. He just needed to believe in himself, and to do that he had to get past the horror that had put those scars on his face. The best way Nick could help him do that was to keep him on the front line.
Anything to keep his vision from coming to pass.
Ian drove on, getting directions now and then from their tech god, winding them through the mountains for a good hour. At last, Ian pulled over to the side of the road and addressed the group.
“We need to stop here and walk the rest of the way so we don’t alert Graham and whoever he’s meeting.”
The vampires had brought a camera and a recording device, which struck Nick as so practical he knew Micah had a point. Sometimes having special abilities couldn’t take care of everything.
They set out across the green terrain, picking their way around rocks and brush. The sky was a clear blue, a few clouds drifting past. A good day for surveillance, but also to be seen. They’d have to be careful.
A single voice reached them, and Tarron waved them to a halt. “Graham,” he whispered. The conversation was one-sided, and the guard sounded uneasy. Annoyed. “Sounds like he’s on the phone.”
As they approached, they took cover in the brush, in a spot that overlooked the relatively flat area where Graham had parked the borrowed SUV. He was alone, pacing, running a hand through his dark hair. The vampire was obviously nervous, and Nick thought he should be, getting into bed with the enemy. Though they still had to see for themselves. Innocent until proven guilty.
Ian snapped pictures and Tarron gave Micah the job of recording with the small handheld device he’d brought. The foursome watched and listened as Graham quietly unraveled while waiting for a meeting to take place. The poor bastard made a terrible villain, Nick thought. He was so outwardly nervous, he was going to get eaten alive.
Finally, a beat-up pickup truck rounded the bend, and three men hopped out. Two were wearing cammos and carrying their beloved assault rifles. The third was . . .
“Motherfucking hell,” Nick hissed. “That’s Scott Morgan.”
“Who?” Tarron peered at the innocuous-looking man with a frown.
Nick took a fresh look at Scott, knew they saw a slight man of average height and a friendly face, with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes. “The Pack’s new mechanic,” he supplied, seething. “The little bastard is a plant, to spy on us, obviously.”
“But by whom?” Micah questioned. “Who has the power to replace Tom so suddenly?”
Only Grant should, but Nick refused to believe the general would betray them. “I don’t know.”
The unlikely trio approached Graham, but the two hardened hunters stayed a step or two behind, allowing Scott to take the lead. One even threw the “mechanic” a wary—no, fearful—glance and put even more space between them. What the fuck?
Graham must’ve had the same thought. “Your tough leader
