Piles of rocks, logs, lumps, craters, and sudden drop-offs filled the next five minutes.
Just when Reese was sure he’d lose his lunch, the jeep hit level ground, and they picked up speed.
Seung’s silver wolf emerged from the fuzzy edges of dappled moonlight. Sleek and elegant, it raced ahead of the jeep.
The space beside the vehicle was empty.
Reese searched the shadows, but there was no sign of Loomis and Michael. “Where did they go?”
“They’re out there, don’t worry. They’ve got our six.” Seung tapped the dash. “Hard left.”
Craige made the turn, then slammed on the brakes with enough force to dig the seatbelt into Reese’s midsection.
Seung’s wolf stood in the middle of the trail. A larger golden Fenrir stood in front of the silver.
“I thought you said their site was seven miles in,” Craige said.
“It is.” Seung leaned forward in her seat.
“Since when did Isaiah start casting his wolf this far?”
“I don’t think he cast it.”
“You know of anyone else with a gold wolf?” Craige put the jeep in reverse.
“Wait.”
“Johnathan said not to engage. If they’re up ahead waiting for us, there will be engagement.”
“If they were going to ambush us, Isaiah wouldn’t send his wolf.”
“Then explain to me how it’s miles from him.”
Seung’s silver glanced back. The gold took off, and it followed. “I think it’s on its own.”
“Since when did your wolves act on their own.”
“They’ve always acted on their own.”
“No, I mean, get so far from you without being cast?”
“No idea, but mine just did it.” Seung nodded at the road ahead. “Go.”
“Where?”
“Drive, Craige.”
“Don’t blame me when we’re seen.” He put the jeep in drive and hit the gas.
“What just happened?” Reese said.
“I’m not sure.” Worry edged Seung’s tone. “My wolf has cut our connection. At least enough for me to know what it knows.”
“I take it that’s not normal?”
“Honestly, I didn’t even know it was possible. We’re one being. The only time they’re ever disconnected is when they cross the Varana.” Seung gasped.
“What?” Craige said.