Zeke woke coughing. Devon pounded on his chest. It was still dark and freezing. The underwater river had spat them out in a knee-deep rivulet at the mouth of a cave. How far had it carried them? But after being pulled underwater, Zeke couldn’t remember anything else. He couldn’t have been under that long. Otherwise, he’d have died.
Though Angus had assured Devon that the explosives near the Pine Creek Lake settlement were meant to be a distraction, Devon didn’t like taking that risk. Especially now that he knew his true mate was a part of this pack. Though Zeke’s pack seemed foolishly comfortable with allowing young alphas and omegas to have free access to each other, Zeke didn’t seem damaged by it.