Clay POV
I hurriedly drove to the area where Skade was staying. I had spent too much time with Emma, unable to tear myself away from her. Glancing at my phone, I saw over 100 missed calls from Liz, the constant buzzing making me feel increasingly irritated.
I parked my car in the lot, the tires crunching on the gravel. As I entered the room, the sight of several other hunters I had worked with greeted me. Skade's stern gaze fell upon me, his eyes piercing through my defenses.
"Now that Clay is here, let's get started," Skade finally spoke, his voice authoritative. I stood by the door. He continued, his words filling the room with a sense of urgency. "Last night, we conducted a test using a new form of wolfsbane at a local bar. We suspect the owner to be a wolf. The wolfsbane was discre
