Claire's POV
I've done many stupid things in my twenty-seven years of life. Skydiving on a dare. Dating twins simultaneously. Hijacking the school principal's car for a joyride. But sneaking into a werewolf-guarded corporate headquarters with a wounded werewolf heiress while a psychopathic Alpha is hunting them? This definitely tops the list.
"This is insane," I mutter, adjusting the night-vision goggles I'd found in my grandfather's collection. The damn things press uncomfortably against my forehead, but they're keeping us alive. "If we survive this, I'm demanding a tropical vacation. With cocktails. Many, many cocktails."
Kira crouches beside me in the underbrush, watching the Richardson Industries building through binoculars. Despite her injury, she moves with surprising grace—her wo
