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Krol smiled to himselfon making a deal with the wilkotauk leader Jothan. He’d heard of these witch-born werewolves for a long time but had never had reason to risk a trip to this dangerous place. They were driven by the full moon and their witch blood. He was no fan of dealing with difficult subordinates.
Jothan’s assassins were not house pets but were incredibly loyal to Jothan.
He gave two of them instructions to provide Krol with any help he requested. Krol paid heavily in gold for this service.
If he survived the meeting with the mage, it would be worth every penny.
Tension in his chest eased as soon as the wagon pulled out through the gates and onto the dirt road. Jothan had suggested not shifting into his lion around the wilkotauks. They would immediately neutralize any threat.
Krol looked behind the wagon for the two wilkotauks in human form.
One had vanished.
That gave him pause until he reminded himself that he’d hired the best for a reason. The remaining werewolf followed at a steady jog, a blank look on his clean but hardened face. Golden hair stood out two inches in a thick band from his forehead to his neck, which the Americans called a mohawk. Dark purple tattoos of sigils covered the left side of his face, crossing over his eyelids and down his throat. Not a bulked-up guy, but one with toned muscles and not a bit of fat. Bright yellow eyes, each in a smudge of black against pale skin.
Krol had to allow them space to do their jobs. Now that he did not have to waste time diverting his scent trail, he should arrive ahead of schedule.
That would give him a chance to place his two nasty wilkotauk surprises in prime locations to protect him.
No one could stop him now.
Not even if that mage bastard tried to double-cross him.
Chapter 36
Adrian’s wolf, Red, would take the lead the minute Krol’s wagon emerged from the estate. Justin’s bear crossed to the other side of the road, choosing a spot to observe until Adrian sent word for their next move.
Red searched until he found the optimum place to watch at ground level as Krol’s wagon departed the estate early the next morning. Cool air plump with water fell on Red’s coat, which bothered Adrian’s wolf as much as a duck.
He and Justin had discussed options, but any attack on Krol might end with him killing either or both of the women before they could stop him.
Justin spoke in Adrian’s mind.This would be a great place to ambush Krol now.
I think so, too, but we’ll have to be patient until he shifts into his lion and leaves the wagon. I’m thinking one of us will take him on, and the other will go after the wagon.
Yep, that’s a plan. We should probably give Herc the lion to deal with while Red keeps up with the wagon.
