Rafael crouched low behind the back end of the bus, his heart pounding with anticipation as he waited. The moon was high on the empty street, illuminating three young lads as they chatted away carelessly after a wild party.
He had followed to the party, after confirming that they were members of the Beckmore pack, Kantos’ pack and he wanted them to depart till there would be one left.
Rafael's keen ears picked up snippets of their conversations, their laughter ringing in his ears. He knew he had to be patient, biding his time in the shadows until the opportune moment revealed itself.
Finally, the moment came and they bade goodbyes to each other and one called Dylan was left alone.
A high-pitched screech pierced the air, and Dylan turned his head towards the source of the sound. Dylan
