Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 607

Now was the moment of trust, I had to trust Ozborne, he hadn’t let me down this far…

“Can you handle this?” I place a pistol gun out to him, offering it out for him to use.

“Yes Alpha.” He takes it, examining the piece before removing the barrell and checking the number of bullets it was loaded with.

I can see him make a mental note, he had 6 clean kills if he used it correctly.

We move out, approaching the tallest peak from a number of angles as we split up into three small teams. Jaxon leading one team of the Dark Phantom warriors, while I led one without Ozborne. He took charge of the third group.

The climb as treacherous, climbing gear was needed at an altitude as high as this but we didn’t have the time or the equipment, we had waited long enough.

Pushing through my aching thighs I find my sub team is the first to reach the top, a sign of a small settlement in the near distance.

I hold my hand up in a halt position, myself and the warriors kneeling down as we survey the area in front of us.

Wooden huts that look barely put together, with ripped fabric strewn across the top for makeshift roofs offer no protection against the battling cold winds.

I just hope to the moon goddess children hadn’t called this place a home.

It may be close to the heavens but there was no doubt about it, this place was a hell hole. A place you would be lucky if you survived.

I see movement in the distance, on the other side of the mountain top…Jaxon had just arrived. Forming a similar position to ourselves. With him watching my surroundings, I didn’t hesitate to move in.

With the gun aimed out, the back of it firmly wedged by my shoulder blade for support I press forward. One of the warrior’s hand on my back….communciating with me on steps incase there was sign of hidden mines.

When we make it to the clearing, there is not one sign of another soul being present that hadn’t arrived with us.

It was empty.

I move into the small huts, one at a time, checking the small living spaces for any clues of where the rogues may have gone next.

They may be gone but their stench remains.