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Everything from riverbanks to ridge lines was recorded. At its center was a carved figurine: a wolf painted red. Redmaw. And beside it, a new one—recently added. A crescent-moon shape carved into its side. Silverpine. Matthias followed his gaze. “Still planning to send word?” “Yes. We can’t afford another front. If Silverpine’s Alpha listens, we might get resources—or at least a temporary alliance.” “Or we bring another enemy to our doorstep.” Kade nodded. “Either way, it’s better than silence.”

The car slowed as we approached a small tavern on the outskirts of the neighboring pack’s territory. Luca turned to me. “Stay close.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a child, Luca.” His lips twitched again, but he didn’t argue. We stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. My eyes scanned the room until I spotted him. Damian. He was sitting in the far corner, speaking in hushed tones with a man I didn’t recognize. Luca tensed beside me. “That’s Beta Cain from the Blackmoon Pack.”

It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was. “All for the money Sof.” I turn back to Derek and nudge him on the shoulder. “Don’t give me that look. Frowns and ice cream don’t go together.” Derek’s face instantly lightens up. “You bought ice cream??” he questions with widened eyes. “Yes but you’ll get yours when we get home,” I reply, patting him on the head. I dig my hand into my shoulder bag and pull out a black nylon bag. “This is for Scott. They didn’t have his favorite, so I got him vanilla.” I hand the bag over to Sofia.

Viper growls at Rocket “ Mine.” Rocket laughs “ Easy, big guy. We all know she is yours. I’m just showing you our Pixie here has options so don’t screw this up.” Rocket continues looking me over until she is satisfied I don’t have a single cut on me. By the time she is done Casper and Ice are back. I turn to them “ What the hell happened up there?”

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

I sipped my mimosa, licked my lips, and accepted my fate. I would be spending the day thinking about Rick. “So,” I said, nestling into my favorite corner of the sofa. “How is he doing, anyway?” “He’s good,” Laina said. “Mason was on the phone the other night with him. He told me Rick won a pretty big race. And a new car.” “Oh?” I asked. “What kind of car?” Charlie chimed in. Laina looked back and forth between us. “A Saleen S7 twin turbo.”

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."