113. A Familiar Scent

Jackson took another moment to regain his strength before he started walking home. Blood oaths required powerful magic; they tended to take a lot out of the people who did them.

It had taken too long to convince Chase that it was the right thing to do, and in doing so, he may have said too much. Chase probably thought he’d gone mad, but there had also been a small amount of pity in the air. At least it was done now. Layla and his child would have someone else protecting them besides Dylan, Diedre and Micah.

But he’d been out too long. His anxiety had been a bitch lately, especially with him waiting for the doom he was sure was coming. He didn’t like being away from Layla.

It took him longer than he wanted to walk back to his territory. He’d never done a blood oath with anyone before, so he hadn’t expected it to knock Cain off his feet and make him feel weak. He was about to walk out of the forest when he caught a weak scent in the breeze.

He tensed and sniffed the air. With Cain o