wardrobe.”
“Deal. We kill the sorcerer, and then you take me shopping. But for now,
tell me how you lost your clothes in the first place.”
As Savannah yanked on Sam’s old sneakers, she gave us the details of
everything she’d seen and what Kahanov had said.
“Apart from Kahanov and the sleeping shifters, did you see anything or
anyone else in the cave?” I asked.
Savannah shook her head. “No, but I wasn’t in there long. It looked like
the place might go quite a ways back, though.”
“If he’s expecting us, I’m betting he’s summoned some backup,” Neve
said.
I tightened my grip on the wheel. “He’s expecting us.”
The bastard had been one step ahead of us the whole time. I hated going
into his fucking lair, but I had to find my pack members before he learned the
extent of what Cavra had done.
About thirty minutes down the road, Savannah leaned forward. “This
looks familiar. I think I saw it on my way into town.” She’d unclicked her
seatbelt before I even finished pulling over. “Once we get to the beach, I
should be able to find the cave again. It was crazy looking.”
We climbed out, and I reined everyone in. “Okay. Backup is on its way,
but for the moment, it’s just us. We need to go in quietly and take him out as
quickly as possible, or drive him back further into the caves, away from the
sleeping wolves. Savannah, can you cloak us in shadows once we’re inside?”
She nodded and led us past a few cabins along the forested slope toward
the ocean. I could have followed the path just as easily myself. Her wolf had
come this way, and the scent drove my own wolf to the edge of madness.
Savannah slid down a sandy rise onto a deserted beach. Stacks of sun-
bleached driftwood scattered the waterline. After we’d walked at least a
quarter mile down the rocky, empty stretch, she whispered, “There it is.”
A chill ran up my spine.