Third Person POV
Find all the information she needed to find Alpha Jonas and his Katie took less than Francine had thought.
Euriale was damn good at getting insights and intel out of those rogues she was surrounded by. They just needed to see her true form to shatter and tremble like pathetic leaves.
And now she was going to have so much fun playing the cat and mouse game with Alpha Jonas.
The gates of the Bloodhound Pack were iron-wrought and rusted with old blood.
Francine could smell it—the history of violence baked into the stones, the bones buried beneath the soil. She smiled faintly. So this was Jonas’s den. Feral, cruel, desperate. Just her kind of place.
She barely had time to take in the feral beauty of the place before the boots came thundering in. Five warriors—snarling, a
