Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 606

~ Jace ~

Jaxon and I had driven throughout the night, heading up towards the mountainous region that in truth was a well known rogue area.

A place that if you were in a pack, you didn’t tend to visit, and for good reason.

Rogue life was deadly, vicious and cruel. One day you might be a ruler, the next…a knife was in your back before you had even had breakfast.

As soon as Jaxon pulls the car up where the road ends, I open the passenger door to be hit with the smell of rotting flesh.

Rogues have a pungent sulphuric-type smell which you can scent from a mile away.

Here that scent is being covered by rotting flesh, my own gag reflexes are in full motion as the wind suddenly changes cause…revealing the scent of rogues.

Which burns at my eyes.

The high winds at this altitude were unforgiving on marking the hilly peaks as belonging to the rogues.

This was their land, there was no mistake about that.

I just hope the rotting flesh was from the decaying dead that hadn’t been buried properly…not the remains of them eating their own….

“You good?” Jaxon coughs out, his hand moving to his nose as he tries to acclimatise to the damn awful mixing smells around us.

“Yep, you?” I make a point of breathing through my mouth and not my nose.

“Fucking annoyed we didn’t bring masks.” He grunts out, moving to the boot of the car where he pulls out a black satchel each.

Unlike Josie, we didn’t like to rely on weapons…using the claws and teeth of our wolves, what the moon goddess intended.

However, we were entering into uncharted territory where there are no rules…anything goes. Therefore, having weapons and protection was now a necessity.

“Let’s just get this done, as soon as possible.” I grunt out, thinking of my sweet smelling mate waiting for my return.