Angel was in a frantic race, driven by an urgent mission to find her Alpha. She hurried through unfamiliar streets, guided by a pulsing third eye that revealed the path. The crowds instinctively parted as her powerful aura surged ahead. It was as if fate itself was propelling her forward.
There had been a vision of sight and feeling; she had been looking down, floating above. She felt all of Steel's rage as he prepared to kill Ojore and felt all of his anger dissipate as she screamed out.
"STOP!"
Driven by pack instinct, Angel's mission to reach her Alpha was urgent and crucial.
And she ran, guided by intuition, until she came upon a busy warehouse. It was unnaturally silent here, though energy and excitement danced. Darting through the mute crowd, she soon spied her Alpha standing in
