Nate's POV
Night cloaked the world, the perfect veil for action. A man’s silhouette flashed like lightning, darting through thickets and shadowed buildings, chasing the scent Nate had caught—eerily akin to Liam’s wolf essence.
At a street corner by a cake shop, Nate spotted his target. Dusk had just settled, streetlights flickering on, clusters of people ambling along. The figure stood brazenly by the shop’s window, in the most conspicuous spot, drawing every eye.
Countless battles had honed Nate’s hunter instincts. He quelled his urge to act, casually snapping photos of the target with his phone, then slipped into a dark alley. Scaling the wall, he leapt to a rooftop across the street, crouching to take more shots from a new angle. Studying the target’s demeanor—no sign of suspicion—Na
