Chapter 11: Shadow's Mercy
(Aspen's POV)
Cain's retreating figure was all I focused on. His broad, scarred shoulders filled the narrow path weaving through the darker, quieter corridors of the black market. Despite the bustle outside, this area was secluded enough. No nosy traders. No prying gazes.
I glanced back briefly. Ethan was still out near the main crowd. He was distracted, arguing with some of the rogues still lingering after the earlier encounter. He wasn’t following. Good.
The dim, flickering light barely revealed the sneers curling at Cain's lips as he muttered into his phone. His voice was low but still grating, carrying to my trained ears.
"Yeah, Alpha," Cain rumbled, his tone one of false bravado. "A couple of pups from Wintercrest showed up. Handled it. You’ll want
