#Chapter 161: Double Agent

Jack He walked further into the forest, his back tense, and his hand on the gun at his side. Jack wasn’t taking any chances. Spending three months in close quarters with a bunch of wolves hadn’t warmed him to them. He didn’t trust any of them, and they didn’t trust him. The trees bent in the heavy wind, branches cracking. Leaves littered the ground at his feet, brown and curling with frost. He wore a thick leather jacket, but it didn’t protect him from the wind as much as he would have liked. His muscles were tense from the cold, and from the unease. A branch snapped somewhere to his right, and he whipped around, his gun already in his hands. “Take it easy,” a familiar voice said. Freddy stepped out from between the trees, his hands raised in surrender. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans. On his feet, he had on a pair of heavy biker boots, and on his head, he wore a black beanie. Other than his pale complexion, he blended in with the surrounding darkness. “You should be more