Chapter 7: Wrong Turn
Abaddón and Lilitu exchanged looks once they caught sight of the dark red pavilion tent the trail had led them to. Excitedly, the two wolves slowed their pace in order to disguise their footsteps even more and crept up the slightly rocky path.
"Wait here," Abaddón hissed, leaving his mate several hands away from the tent's entrance. He disappeared from her view into the dark shaddows, the fabric softly swishing behind him.
Lilitu impatiently watched as the he-wolf came back into her line of sight. He slid over to the pavilion and stuck his nose through the cloth. Abaddón backed away slowly, only turning around when he was a good distance away. His teeth were barred in anger and frustration.
"They aren't in there," he informed Lilitu.
A small growl threatened to escape Lilitu's throat, but she forced it back down. Now wasn't the time to let her feelings get in the way of her duty.
Besides, this was only a small setback in their ultimate plan of revenge.