![]() ![]() Pain from a wrenched ankle shot up his leg, a present from the wolf. He eased himself down through the branches then dropped the rest of the way out of the tree. The Pur troops soon dispersed deeper into the forest. He tossed the incident to the back of his mind to sort out later. He didn’t miss the odd exchange when the Pur soldier extended his hand to help Harcourt’s daughter into the helicopter and one of the Channels pushed him aside. Suppressed core blasts seared his palms when his prize disappeared into the helicopter and flew off into the night sky. ![]() High in the branches of the tree, Ning watched the rescue. “What? I heard Ian say that one last week.” “Better than dinosaur poop,” Tara said under her breath to his retreating back. Tempting as it was to let the wolf strike, Patrick got in between them. Saxon snarled and crouched as if about to attack the Drion. “He comes with us.” Mara grew rigid when the Drion turned on her, but she stared the man down. ![]()
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