Chapter 273

Philip's POV

Suddenly, everything grew quiet, save for the crickets chirping, the wind in between the leaves of the trees, and the croaking of the frog.

My betas walked like ghosts, not one twig breaking upon receiving the heaviness of their steps. They walked like predators, exactly how I have taught them. And under the leadership of Matt, they surrounded the hut in inconspicuous areas.

It was left for me.

I walked to the door and placed a knock there. Matt was standing against the wall right beside the door. If the person opened the door, they wouldn't be able to see him; he blended perfectly with the night, looking like a shadow rather than a person.

His eyes were fixated on me, but I knew his attention wasn't. He was more focused on trying to overhear any form of conversation inside the house, listening for footsteps and heartbeats as faint as possible.

This was important because we had no idea if he had any other person in the house; probably, the person who had kidnapped the bab