Freya's POV
It's Time
It's 8:30 PM, and the dark van hums softly as it stopped in a concealed garage near the Shadow Claw Pack's casino territory. The atmosphere inside the van is filled with tension, most of it coming from Lucian Draven, who sits rigid beside me. His wolf is barely leashed, simmering just beneath his composed exterior, and I can still feel the lingering charge between us from our earlier encounter. We’re both focused now, though, watching the hacked surveillance feeds displayed on the multiple screens in front of us, the mission taking precedence over everything else. The lingering bitterness from our clash gnaws at me, but I push it aside. The night demands my full attention, and maybe... just maybe, he feels the same way.
“East entrance is cleared,” Seraphina’s voic
