Orion had just ordered Basil to stay with the sentries they’d infiltrated as he made his move to investigate the enslavements. He tacitly slipped out of their formation and furtively prowled towards the razor-sharp, barbed fencing which surrounded the meager, earthfast shelters. He ducked into a small brigade that was patrolling the encampment; his eyes scanning for a way that would provide him access inside the enclosures. The barricade was over twelve feet high and lined with serrated barbed-wire encircling solid, wooden posts which stood eight feet apart.
Orion was debating whether or not to spring over the fence when his wolf, Taine, entered his mind and voiced his opinion. “No chance we’re clearing that blockade without shifting and blowing our cover.”
“Ruin all our fun, why don’t
