BRAHAM’S POV
I smelled her the moment she stepped out of that beat-up Ford.
Martha's scent; cheap perfume, rage, and desperation…cut through the park like a blade. My wolf surged forward, claws scraping at the inside of my skin.
"She's here," I murmured into the comm unit hidden in my ear.
"Copy that." Renan's voice crackled back. "North side, moving toward the playground."
I kept my position behind the large oak near the parking lot, watching through the gaps in the leaves.
Around the park, six of my pack sentinels blended into the afternoon crowd; A jogger. A couple on a blanket. A man walking his dog. All connected through the bond, alert and ready.
Millie sat on the bench with Callie, both facing the playground. Their backs were to Martha. Perfect targets.
Leo went down the sl
