turned into venom. But what made them truly deadly was their speech in this half form. Their sibilant words could hypnotize a person into doing their bidding. The weaker the mind, the stronger the hold.
It explained how a stranger managed to convince a bunch of weak-minded shifters to attack Kodiak Point. What it didn’t explain was why?
What had they done to earn such enmity?
Brody was still talking. “Once we hit base camp, Sarge is going to set us up with some gear, rations, and a vehicle.”
“The military doesn’t mind loaning?” Travis asked.
“When interests align, the military is open to lots of things.”
“Do they have a trail for us to follow?”
“Kind of. According to sarge, the Naga hijacked a car at the airport and drove it out into the badlands.”
“So they followed it?”
“To a certain extent. A sandstorm obliterated the traces of its passage, and given they were running low on supplies, they turned back. But, before that happened, I’ll give you one guess as to what direction it was headed.”
Gene growled. “It’s gone to ground in those mountains where they held us prisoner.”
By ‘us’, Gene meant himself, Reid, Brody, Boris, Kyle, and several others, most of whom died, not all of them in the detention camp. Some just couldn’t handle the real world once they escaped.
Whatever happened to them while they were held captive was never openly spoken of, but the result was clear. The men returned different.
Harder.
Damaged.
They each dealt with their incarceration in different ways, some better than others.
Travis frowned as he thought aloud. “I thought Brody killed the snake that was in charge of that prison camp.”
The bristling tension in Brody’s body was evident as he straightened in his seat. “I did. Chopped his fucking head off myself before setting fire to the place. No way he survived.”
“Yet another snake has risen to take his place,” Boris pointed out. “Did he have a son or other relative perhaps that is seeking vengeance?”
“It would explain a lot,” Brody mused.
“Still going to kill him,” Gene announced, not opening his eyes but obviously not sleeping as he added his two bullets to the conversation.
“If we know where he’s going, then why hasn’t the military moved in on the place to clear it out?” Travis couldn’t help but note the anomaly in their discussion.
“Because,” Jess replied as she passed them to regain her seat, “those mountains are technically not in territory they are allowed to enter. They’re right over the border. To invade them might involve some sticky red tape they want to avoid.”
“Hence why they’re willing to give us supplies,” Brody said, picking up the discussion, “but will deny any knowledge of our activities if we’re caught.”
“Bullshit politics.” Boris grunted his disgust, and heads nodded all around.
“I, for one, am glad they’re leaving it to us,” Gene announced, rousing his head long enough to bare a feral grin.
A grin Boris echoed. “I am totally going to kick your ass in kills.”
“Ha, you’re both going to bow to my mighty wolf skills,” Brody boasted.
Feeling the bonding moment, Travis added his own claim. “I’m going to grizzly some rebel ass.”
For once they didn’t laugh in mockery.
After that, they tried to rest. Well, Travis at least tried, but he failed.
Excitement thrummed through him. With any luck, this mission would finally elevate him in the eyes of the men he admired, and Jess would finally maybe see him as more than just a clumsy bear.
But if he was counting on luck, then he was in for a nasty surprise because, as soon as they landed, the worse kind befell him in the form of the person they’d sent to meet him.
None other than Jess’ absent husband.
Crap.
Chapter Five
Of all the bad luck.
When Jess hit the wall of heat upon exiting the plane, she foolishly thought it was the only shock she’d have to deal with. However, the