Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 848

Chapter 54 : Class Reunion

*Jared*

Archer nudged the black mass of the dead wolf with the toe of his boot, his face twisted in a grimace.

I could scent both women in this cave. The fire they’d started was cool to the touch, but the charcoal was still oily from whatever they’d used to start it. I rubbed the ash between my fingers as I crouched, looking around.

“How’d they get so far off course?” Brandt said from the entrance of the cave as he slid his favorite dagger back into his belt.

“Lock was here too,” Archer said quietly, his boots leaving bloody footprints as he walked out of the cave and looked around. “And two scouts, I think.”

“I know,” I breathed, rising from my position and running my fingers through my hair. I didn’t mention that I could smell blood other than the wolves. They knew it too, but none of us were willing to admit what that meant.

“All of their things are gone,” Brandt said absently as he turned to glare into the setting sun. We’d been running for days through a colossal storm. Picking up their scent again had felt like a miracle, but now….

“f*****g Lock,” I said through gritted teeth, glancing around as I scanned the area around the cave. We weren’t far from the edge of Abel’s territory. We’d make it there by morning if we traveled through the night.

If we didn’t run into Lock, first.

“I haven’t seen that prick in years. Not since the war,” Archer bit out, dragging the wolf out of the cave by its tail. I watched him as he bent to examine it, pulling back its fur to show the deep gash on its neck. “Think he did this?”

“Eliza did it,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a moment.

I let myself be momentarily racked by guilt at the thought of Eliza having to defend herself from this rogue. It was a true rogue, too, the soulless kind who had no master but itself, driven by primal urges like hunger and the need to chase and hunt.

“Eliza?” Brandt said, his brow furrowed.

I lifted one of its paws, her blood dried against its talons. Archer let out his breath as he rose to his full height, the three of us looking at each other for a moment.

“The other camp we passed had their scent, so they’re likely still alive,” Archer said coldly, his fingers grazing his knife belt.

“Abel wouldn’t kill them. He has no reason to,” Brandt added.

Silence fell again, the space between us filled with the sounds of the forest. The women had made it through the Dark Forest alone, and alive.

“We’ll shift and keep moving,” I said, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

We didn’t have a concrete plan when it came to when we’d eventually reach Abel’s territory. He had some of the fiercest scouts in the lands, and I knew that to be true because Abel and I had trained together for years before he left our village. We were a physical match for each other, but he had something I didn’t.

sure he knows we’re here now,” I warned, keeping my

clothes into his bag before shifting and shaking out his coat. Brandt gave me

know how to explain Lock. He was a shadow, damn near silent as he crept through the woods. He was too striking to be a spy, not with his scar, deep-set silver eyes, and raven black hair that fell down

for the most part, uncontrollable. He was only half wolf, the other

picking up my backpack between my

mindlink, tilting my head to motion for them to

prayed to whoever was listening that Eliza was on her toes, using that big head of hers

nearly fallen for it

***

wall around Abel’s village shone in the midday sun, casting a long shadow across the field as the sun crept closer to

sleep. They made no moves

the base of the Northern Mountains, then they fanned out around us, forming a barrier between us and the wall to the

we doing this with fists or teeth?’

the grass. I saw figures moving along the top of the wall, faint voices carrying in the wind as they alerted each

Brandt was dressed by the time I’d secured my knife belt over my waist, but Archer stayed in his wolf form, his snout lifted to the

my jaw as I started forward. I kept my eyes on the men now running along the

to knock on the front door like the old

of no more than eighteen as he hurried through the grass. He was a kid, really, tall and gangly, having not yet filled out his

don’t fight babes. Move aside. I have

“Y-you’re not welcome!”

sharply,

several

I said as the boy turned back

his chest beside me, shirtless, his muscled physique gleaming in the sun. Brandt came up on my other side,

of us do

“N-none–”

Archer pointed to the wall, wiggling his fingers in hello as the men jeered and shouted at us. “We were all one in the same, okay? Trained by the same masters and

said, his face draining of color

against the shadow curling into knots inside of me, begging to

the wall opened and several men came out. “We’re trying to help you out, kid. You think we haven’t been in the

way, crossing my arms and glancing at the dozen or so men now walking in our direction, shaking out their muscles as

him cleanly in the jaw. The boy

hit–” He reached out, grabbing the boy by the

mingled laughter and surprise rang out along the wall, but I was focusing on

ground out as a few familiar faces came into view. Abel’s departure after I’d been voted the leader had split our village and crew into pieces. Some of these

of them knew who