บททั้งหมดของ Ghost In The Pack: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Draven’s POV I stood in the middle of Limelight, looking around the wreckage left behind by the fight. Ramiro Salazar was gone. My men immediately spread throughout the building, searching every room and checking for any possible exit he could have used. At the same time, I ordered everyone who wasn’t part of the fight out of the building. “Get the people and staff outside,” I ordered. “Make sure they’re escorted away from the building.” Warriors moved through the club, getting customers, dancers, and staff toward the exits while the rest continued searching. The room slowly emptied. The injured customer who apparently had been shot in the foot was being helped toward the exit by two of my men. He was limping badly, one of them supporting most of his weight while the other kept an eye on the surrounding area. He suddenly stopped. His head lifted. His eyes moved toward the ceiling. Then he pointed. I followed his finger. The ventilation system ran above us, partially hidden by th

Draven’s POV I looked over at Nikolai and gave a slight nod. Ramiro Salazar had served his purpose. It was time to dispose of the trash. I ordered for him to take care of that. While Nikolai handled that, I left a couple of teams behind to clean up Limelight and make sure every single person who had been caught in the crossfire was taken care of. My only thought now was going home. I needed to be with Elena. When I walked into our room, she was already there. She was pacing by the window. She turned around as I entered. Her expression a mixture of frustration and something else I couldn't quite place. She told me everything about the call. About the unknown hacker, his creepy proposition, and how she'd turned him down flat. I listened carefully. But it was hard for me to concentrate while my mind was still stuck on Bernard's name and the three-day deadline. When she finished, I could see the change in her eyes as I relayed the night's events. The look of concern on her face wa

Darwin’s POV Three days. That was how long we had before the attack. Three days to make sure we knew exactly what we were walking into. I wasn’t going to make the mistake of relying entirely on someone else’s information about Draven’s territory. I knew enough about the man to know that he wasn’t stupid, and I knew enough about the Lycans to understand that walking into their home without knowing the land could turn an advantage into a disaster. So I decided to see it for myself. I brought twenty of my best warriors with me. We traveled quietly through the surrounding woods, staying far enough from the main roads that we wouldn’t attract attention. I had no intention of announcing our presence before the attack. This wasn’t the time for a confrontation. We were here to observe. The territory came into view gradually. At first, there wasn’t much to see beyond the trees and the occasional patrol. Then the land opened up. I slowed my steps as I studied the first group of warriors m

Elena’s POV The moment the warrior left the dining room, the atmosphere changed. A few minutes ago, Darren had been complaining about the pancakes, Byron had been giving him shit about it, and Draven had been sitting beside me looking entirely too calm for a man who knew an army was gathering outside our borders. Now nobody was laughing. The day we had been waiting for had finally arrived. I took a couple steps towards the door. Well I tried to. Draven grabbed my arm. “I want to check on the Fae.” Draven immediately looked at me. “I’m coming with you.” “I figured you were going to say that.” His mouth curved slightly. “You know me well.” “Unfortunately.” Darren snorted from across the table. Draven gave him a look, and Darren suddenly became very interested in his plate. I walked out with Draven beside me, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the hallway. The palace was already moving differently. Warriors were heading toward their assigned positions. Staff members we

Darren’s POV The battle was finally starting to slow down. The enemy had lost the momentum they came in with, and once Bernard went down, everything had changed. Men who had been fighting like they had nothing to lose were suddenly looking over their shoulders, searching for a way out. I stood near the eastern side of the battlefield, breathing hard as I watched several of our warriors drive another group of attackers back toward the trees. The ground beneath my boots was torn apart. Broken branches covered the area, weapons were scattered everywhere, and the air still smelled like smoke, dirt, and blood. I looked around for Draven. He was farther across the battlefield, surrounded by several warriors. Elena was somewhere near the eastern cottages. At least, that was where I’d last seen her. I turned to check the line behind me. That’s when I saw movement. At first, I thought it was one of the enemy warriors trying to escape. Then I noticed the way he was moving. Too deliberate.