CHAPTER 21
As the full pack milled around them in the kennel yards in the dark chilly morning, George was grateful for the warmth of a hearty breakfast inside. He’d slept well in the strange bed and was ready for mischief.
He turned to Rhian and said quietly, “Be prepared for a bit of theater and follow my lead,” then walked Afanc over to Rhys and repeated the warning. To Benitoe he said loudly, “Please tell Owen the Leash that his services and those of his men won’t be required this morning.” Ives, on foot, and Benitoe both looked sharply at him, and he gave them a private wink.
“You heard what he said, lad,” Ives said, with a grin. “Get on with it.”
Benitoe nodded and went through the kennel gates to Owen’s band, sitting their horses. Both George and Ives positioned themselves quietl
