“Razor,” Cutter’s quiet voice said.
“It’s Kali’s blood,” Razor bit out, curling his red stained fingers into a fist.
“We’ll find her,” Vice said. “Whoever took her can’t have gotten far.”
Thunder’s head jerked up and he sniffed the air before turning in a crouch, his hand pulling the laser pistol at his waist. The low rumble of warning from him had the other men turning as well. His eyes scanned the darkness as he opened his senses and breathed in the scents carried on the frigid air.
“We’ve got company. I smell one, possibly two distinctive scents,” Thunder growled.
Razor turned, scanning the area. He jerked his head slightly to the right, signaling Cutter and Vice to spread out. He froze when a voice called out for everyone to freeze.
“I wouldn’t,” the deep voice echoed in the narr
