Wolf Rachael
The rogues never saw me coming.
I found the first group three miles north of Crimson Moon Pack borders, camped in a ravine they thought was hidden. Six of them, all bearing the scarred, desperate look of wolves who'd been exiled from their packs. The kind who survived by scavenging, stealing, and hiring themselves out to anyone willing to pay.
The kind Mike would recruit.
I materialized in their camp like smoke given form. One moment they were passing around a bottle of cheap whiskey. Next, I was standing in their center, silver light crackling around my body, my eyes glowing with power that made their wolves whimper in submission.
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