General Gareth's POV
The fog swallowed him.
One moment the Alpha was at the edge - the black wolf, enormous and gigantic - and the next moment he was over it, and the cliff had him, and the fog closed behind him like a door shutting.
The three of us stood at the edge and looked at where he had been.
The silence was the silence of men who had just watched something happen that they were still processing.
"Right," Kade said.
No one answered.
The fog below the cliff moved the way fog moved - slowly, without urgency, concealing everything it had decided to conceal.
I looked at Bellick.
He was looking at the cliff edge with a calculating expression.
"We wait," Bellick said.
"Two hours," Kade said. Not agreeing. Repeating the instruction back like he wanted to be sure he heard that.
"He said two hours."
"He said two hours while he was standing at the edge of a cliff about to go over it," Kade said. "I'm not entirely certain that was his most considered instruction."
