Chapter Fifty One

Mud River:

The entrance to Mud River pack was nothing likeBlack Mountain The tall wooden gates seemed weak in comparison to Black Mountain iron ones. Garold drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he wait for some response from the guard at the gate. He watched the guard look at him and try to figure out if they were expecting visitors. He could see the guard’s eyes widen as more cars pulled up behind Arkyn’s.

“Well if we were staging an attack and we were the decoy this would be easy. The guards are confused about visitors and never mind a surprised attack.” Garold chuckled.

“Are we attacking?” Alice asked curiously. She glanced behind them not seeing all the vehicles they had left with.

“Maybe.” Garold said with hope in his voice.

Alice commented about how to wish war was not a good thing but was taken back as a loud smack rang out in the vehicle. It happened so fast it didn't even register what had happened until Njar yelled.

“You bloody bastard!” Nkar yelled, rubbing the si