The Hunt Begins
The instant my paws hit the ground, the world faded into instinct.
The human part of me—the rational, strategic Alpha—took a step back.
And my wolf took over.
My white coat glowed under the moonlight, a stark contrast against the darkened streets of the town. The scent of human filth and salt from the sea filled my nose, but beneath it all, I could still smell her.
Mishele.
She wasn’t here, but she had been.
My growl rumbled deep in my chest, and through our bond, I felt the faintest echo of something—pain.
She was awake.
She was hurting.
And the rage that followed was enough to send my warriors scattering like shadows in the night.
The Command
‘Scatter and find the damn group with your Luna’s scent. They are to be brought alive to the pack for questioning.’
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