Triple C Brigade
If only Caleb could have read Callum's mind, then leg would surely have been pissed on. Instead he gave his best indignant snort over his shoulder at the werewolf, kicking dirt behind him with his hind leg for good measure.
Wait. What?
At her suggestion or pep talk rather all growling ceased. Not because the danger had passed, but because was she really suggesting they go into a plantation with something fresh out of hell? He canted his head to one side. She was serious.
He would survive, but he couldn't say the same for the two of them if something were actually to come after them. He hadn't signed up for a search and destroy mission, this was supposed to be recon only. Goddamned humans and their smart assed ideas. This is why they died in horror movies. Dumb shit like this.
Nope. Not today Satan. Caleb just wasn't up for bullshit, especially from straight out of hell demons.
Unfortunately, Caleb wasn't the one in control of their body and the hound wanted to greet it's fellow hellion.