It was time to go. Liam had thought out every contingency and back-up plan, every move and countermove until it solidified in his mind. He was prepared for a one-man war. Ghost was on his feet, watching him intently with those intelligent brown eyes, ears pricked. He knew something was about to happen. Liam scratched his floppy ears and rubbed beneath his muzzle. “Take care of them for me.”
