“Absolutely not.”
“He’s going to get himself killed!”
Yeah.
Probably.
Because whatever happened in that canyon fifteen years ago?
Hersh wasn’t chasing Shepherd anymore.
He was chasing ghosts.
Then suddenly?—
a single gunshot echoed through the valley.
Everything stopped.
Even the storm somehow felt quieter after it.
Cold settled in my chest instantly.
Because the gunshot came from the trees.
Exactly where Hersh disappeared.
59
FELICITY
“HERSH!”
I tore free from Trigger’s grip before anybody could stop me.
Rain slammed into me instantly as I ran.
Mud slipped beneath my boots.
Gunfire echoed somewhere deeper in the trees.
Thunder rolled overhead like the mountain itself was angry.
“Hersh!”
No answer.
Fear clawed up my throat hard enough to choke me.
Behind me, Rook barked sharp orders.
“Wolf with me! Trigger hold the barn! Nobody touches that ledger!”
Flashlights cut through the darkness as Shadow Division spread across the ranch.
Searching.
Hunting.
