JACOB“Do you know why we are meeting in a freezing warehouse at midnight, Vance?”Alpha Vance shifted on his heavy boots. His breath plumed in the bitter cold air. “I assume you want to discuss trade tariffs, Alpha Locke.”“Wrong,” I said, walking slowly past a tall stack of wooden shipping crates. “I do not care about tariffs.”“Then why am I here?” Vance asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “My pack is three hours away. I left my Luna in a warm bed for this.”“You are here because you signed a shipping manifest yesterday,” I stated, stopping a few feet away from him. “Three train cars loaded with weaponized silver ore. Destination: Red Hill.”Vance swallowed hard. His eyes darted toward the steel doors, where my Beta stood in absolute silence. Marcus rested his hand on the hilt of his broadsword, watching the exchange with dead eyes.“I run a mining operation, Jacob,” Vance argued, trying to keep his voice level. “I sell ore to whoever meets my asking price. It is basic ec
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