THE PROWL OF THE ICE
"You always were too smart for your own good. It’s a shame you chose the wrong dog to follow."
"Evan," I spat, my hand moving toward the silver-laced scalpel in my pocket. "I should have known you were behind this. Still bitter about the Quinn bloodline casting you out?"
"I'm not bitter, Jack. I'm ambitious. And tonight, I’m the one who puts the 'Great Alpha' to sleep. Permanently."
He lunged, his claws extending, and I realized then that the game on the ice was just a distraction. The real fight was under the floorboards, in the dark, where the wolves truly hunted.
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