The small, quiet town of Greybridge was a stark contrast to the imposing, shadowed territories of the Vargan pack. Here, the streets were lined with modest houses, flickering streetlamps, and the faint, comforting smell of human bakeries and damp asphalt.
Parked across the street from a small, cozy-looking apartment building sat a sleek, black luxury sedan. It was entirely out of place in the working-class neighborhood, blending into the shadows of the evening.
Inside the cold, dark interior of the car, Serai sat completely motionless behind the steering wheel.
It had taken her three weeks of meticulous, quiet tracking to find the rogue female. No pack hunters, no Elder spies—just her own sharp instincts and a few carefully placed bribes. And now, here she was. The target was exactly fi
