Ninety One

AUTHOR'S POVThe metallic stench of bleach could not completely mask the smell of dried blood staining the Packhouse courtyard.Pacing furiously behind his temporary folding table, Alpha Magnus glared at the digital map illuminating the dark War Room. Red grids marked the sectors Beta Ronan’s men had already swept. Every single grid came up completely empty."They cannot just disappear!" Magnus roared, sweeping a stack of printed reports off the table. The papers fluttered uselessly to the floor. "He is carrying a silver bullet in his ribs! The girl is bleeding! They have no pack support!"Standing near the reinforced glass windows, Beta Ronan watched the Alpha’s meltdown with cold, pragmatic detachment."They have cash, Alpha," Ronan corrected quietly. "And Jordan knows our patrol routes better than half the enforcers on my payroll. He is avoiding the choke points.""Then we create a new choke point." Stopping his furious pacing, Magnus slammed both hands down onto the metal table. H

Ninety Two

AUTHOR'S POVMud sucked at the heavy leather boots, threatening to swallow Silas whole with every grueling step up the ridge.Securing the bounty for the Ashford girl remained the only objective keeping the rogue tracker moving through the freezing, miserable mist. Grey morning light struggled to pierce the dense canopy of the mountain pines, casting long, skeletal shadows across the damp earth. The storm had broken hours ago, leaving the woods smelling aggressively of crushed wet needles and rotting wood."Door's busted." The lead hunter spat a stream of dark brown tobacco juice against a rotting pine stump.Silas paused. Resting his hand on the cold steel grip of the heavy revolver strapped to his thigh, he studied the dilapidated hunting cabin sitting in the small clearing ahead. The wooden frame sagged horribly, looking grey like the skin of a three-day corpse. The front door hung completely off its rusted hinges, violently splintered down the center."Spread out," Silas commanded

Ninety Three

AUTHOR'S POVServers hummed with a high-pitched, abrasive whine, vibrating directly through the metal grated floor of the Packhouse sublevel.The neon blue indicator lights blinked rapidly in the freezing, hyper-cooled air of the server room. The large underground chamber smelled of hot copper wire and sterile plastic. Alpha Magnus hated this room. It lacked the visceral, bloody reality of a physical fight, but he understood the devastating power of the digital grid.His goal was absolute isolation. He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving.Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician."You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers.Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He p

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