Third-person POV The street was quiet, bathed in moonlight, the glow from the occasional streetlight pooled on the pavement like liquid silver. At the far end of the block, a sleek, silver Jaguar idled by the curb, its engine, a low thrum in the stillness. Inside, Alpha Adrian Wolf sat behind the wheel. One hand resting on it, his sharp profile, barely visible in the faint light from the dashboard. His amber-flecked eyes were locked on a car parked across the street. Karina's compact, which hadn't moved for several minutes. He frowned, a hard line forming between his brows. In the passenger seat, Jack let out a massive yawn and slumped against the door. We've been on her tail for over half an hour. He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. How long are we going to camp out here, Alpha? Why not just get out and talk to her? Adrian didn't even glance away from the window. His voice was low, thoughtful. If I go over there, she'll just run again. Jack's. Looked confused. Run from what? You
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