Garron had always assumed the husband and wife were guarding the wolf.
Keeping it chained. Hiding it from the village. That had made sense.
But now, standing in the mouth of the cave, facing a towering black wolf with Megan behind it — unafraid — the truth hit him like a slap to the face.
The husband was indeed the wolf.
Garron's stomach twisted into a knot. He could barely swallow past the weight pressing on his throat. What would Lord Edvin say if he found out they had discovered this — and did nothing?
He didn't even want to imagine it.
Behind him, the wolf barked sharply — aggressively — and the echo bounced off the cave walls like a war drum.
One of the men behind Garron jumped, nearly dropping his blade. "Bloody hell!" he gasped, scrambling back a step. Another cursed under his breath, shoving his sword into position even though his arms trembled.
"This is suicide," one of them whispered. "Damn our luck for drawing this mission."
