As the orange hues of sunset dimmed into a somber night, Maxson found himself staring up at the towering condominium, his gaze fixated on the topmost floor. His jaw clenched at the thought of Christabel being held captive there by Laxton. The spy sent to follow Laxton found them here and they have ascertained that Christabel was held in the east side room.
Maxson had prepared everything he could and he was finally ready to face an Alpha werewolf, something that any sane human would avoid. But Maxson was a seasoned fighter and no stranger to werewolf fights. He knew that his strength was no match against Laxton's werewolf abilities. Strategy, not brute force, would be his winning card.
He walked confidently up to the building and went into the lift as though nothing was bothering him. His
