The hunt for Victor Kane started at dawn.
Alexander's best trackers — wolves with noses sharper than any human technology — led the way to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city.
I insisted on coming.
"You're not leaving me behind," I said when he protested.
He looked like he wanted to argue, but saw the determination in my eyes and nodded.
"Fine. But you stay close to me."
We moved in silence, a team of twenty elite wolves surrounding the building.
Victor was inside. We could smell him. And others.
Alexander gave the signal.
We breached.
Chaos erupted.
Rogues poured out, shifting mid-run, teeth bared.
The fight was brutal.
Claws, teeth, growls filling the air.
I stayed back at first, but when a rogue lunged at Alexander's blind side, I shifted without thinking.
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