Aidan snuggled Rhia against his chest as he watched her sleep an uneasy sleep. It had only been two days since the attack on the Iguazu facilities. They had stayed there just long enough to regroup. Briccia had flown in to pick up everyone who needed to be sent to Wales, and then Aidan had ordered ten strategic charges to be placed in that artificial hellhole. The complex had been blown up and had eventually been buried by the mountain itself.

No one wanted it to be remembered or used again. The remains of Cedrick Gallagher, and perhaps the tormented soul of Erea Casthiel, would stay there. The rest of the guards had at least been procured a name so that their families would know they had died there.

After that, they had walked north for a whole day, away from that place, and had arrived at the nearest reserve in Brazil. The reception of the small pack had been bad and good at the same time. Their Alpha had escaped, possibly to go and tell Alpha Theo, regent of the South American pack