Phelan sucked in a breath and followed her, casting one last glance over his shoulder toward the ravines and the work the Hunt was doing. For all of the reservations and hesitance that had been felt, they’d probably made the right choice in letting the Hunt settle with them. Their help in defending the place made it more than worth the potential pitfalls.
J.T. flashed him a thumbs-up from where he stood amidst the ranks of cover fire, Paul on one side of him and Carolyn on the other. Phelan tossed him a salute as he ducked past the line.
I have never wanted to be wrong so badly in all my life. Phelan cursed softly under his breath and broke into a run a few steps beyond the fire line, throat already growing painfully tight.
I’ll never forgive myself if something’s happen to Neve or Marin or Cameron—any of them.
He caught up to Leinth just inside the tent and fell into step with her, the pair pushing onward toward the fire. He could see Thom’s back, the other man’s shoulders tense, but his blade still secured in its scabbard.
That’s either a very good or a very bad sign.
Thom twisted at the sound of their footsteps and Marin came into view beyond him, her brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and concern.
“Phelan? Why the hell aren’t you out there with the others?” Marin glanced at her husband. “For that matter, why aren’t you out there? All I said was that I was going to get my bow and—”
“And join us, we know.” Phelan sucked in a breath and exhaled it slowly. “Where are Cameron and Neve?”
“With Tala and the kids, taking cover. Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?”
“We were afraid the Hecate was coming after you.” Thom caught her hand and squeezed. “Come on. We have to check on them.”
“Why—”
“Stranger things, Marin,” Phelan said. “Stranger things and we’d be fools to believe she wouldn’t go after every weak point we have to get what she wants.”
