Devon’s POV
The blood had dried.
I watched it, the claw marks I tore down her face just seconds ago. Gone. As if I’d imagined them. The skin mended, smooth again—no sign of pain. No apology. Just that smug, mocking smile I used to know too well.
"Where is he, Nadia," I growled. My voice was low, but it cracked with heat. My eyes were burning gold, vision narrowing around her like a hunter’s scope.
She didn’t say a word. She just stared. Smiling. Unbothered. A snake with a secret.
Fara stepped beside me just as Franco and the rest of the unit caught up — the five wolves she had picked for this mission. Two limped, slowed by the sting of silver poisoning. Franco’s voice cut through the night, panting but trying to keep the humour alive.
“Damn… you lot are fast.”
He took one look at Na
