Whispers of the Cold Ones

~Dexter~

“You’ll never get in there without being spotted,” Jax, my wolf, growled in my chest, itching to move from our hiding place beneath the brush. “Those guards are on high alert. They’ll stop us immediately.”

“Well, what do you suggest we do then?” I grumbled irritably. My knees were aching from crouching for so long, and my stomach grumbled about the few days it had been empty.

I had spent