Tracking the Bear (Blue Ridge Bears Book 1)(43)

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” I sighed, and I glanced out the open French windows. The sky was overcast. It would rain tonight. “I’m worried. Freyr said Thor was on the move. He said the battles would be harder from here on out. I don’t want to drag the twins into it.”

Chance followed my gaze, regarding the storm front gravely. “We agreed we’d do our part. We’ll face it when it comes.”

“Together,” I agreed.

Thunder rolled ominously in the distance.