CHAPTER 2
Nash had seen red and wanted someone to pay for what they had done to his mate. As he and Marco moved around a grouping of boulders, Nash had caught a faint scent of Toby. Relief welled inside him, and Nash hurriedly moved around the boulders, only to come up empty. Toby wasn’t there, but his scent was strong. He and Marco searched quickly through some of the nearby brush, then Nash’s blood ran cold through his veins when he heard Marco’s quick intake of air. He knew he wasn’t going to like what had caused Marco to make that sound.
Nash turned and saw Marco standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down, and his gut clenched, then churned, threatening to bring up what little food he had inside. Slowly he moved forward, as if in a trance. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to
