Chapter 82

Seth’s POV

“There’s a waterfall east, just outside the pack’s territory. Meet me there,” I mind-linked my men, my paws digging into the ground as I tore through the trees. Two hours had passed, and still no sign of it. The wind whispered through the woods, but not a hint of the water I was supposed to hear.

Damn it, Tracey—had she sent me in circles just to stall?

I pushed harder, a growl rumbling in my chest, when finally… there it was.

My paws slowed as the faint rush of water reached my ears. Crouching low behind a thick bush, I scanned the cliff edge. Just like Tracey said—a small house, nestled precariously close to the ledge, lights flickering inside. I took a deep sniff, hoping for Camilla’s scent… nothing. Whoever was in there must be using a scent blocker, like Tracey had.

I circled around, my eyes narrowing as I spotted them. Four… six… no, twelve wolves. This wouldn’t be easy.

Before I could call for backup, the scent of my men hit me. Too soon. Shit. They’ll smell us befor