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The armoured transport sat idling in a dark alleyway fifty yards from Danny’s apartment complex. Rain lashed against the reinforced glass, blurring the neon signs of the city into long, weeping streaks of colour. Inside the cabin, the only light came from the flickering green of Officer Net’s monitors.

MY MATE, MY PROTECTOR CHAPTER THIRTY - THREE Estelle's POV. I stood at the window staring outside, the pack house was surrounded by armed guards while Some were in their wolf forms, everyone was in panic, the gates were shut and all doors locked. I couldn't see Darius or anyone I recognized around, but I knew they were members of the sentinel. I was really bored, so I returned back to the bad and lied down staring at the ceiling.

"What happens after you catch one? Dodge. What Maxim wants it for. Dodge. What the term was. Dodge. What your mother meant in the driveway. Dodge. And just now I asked when the watches start and you told me a story about Finn's truck." "It's a good story." "Dax." His phone buzzes on the counter. More corridor logistics, probably, the schedule he won't discuss with me. He silences it without looking, which from him is basically a declaration of war on his own nature. "Walk me through it," I say. "If they run tonight." "Reena and Mato are on patrol. If there’s any movement, they call, I go, I take the last wolf in the line." Dax opens his beer.

– Kane Innovations HQ Alexander’s war-room was a fortress of glass and tech, the holo-table glowing with Marco’s feeds: dark web chatter, server pings, a countdown clock ticking to noon. Lila’s team, six operatives, all ex-Special Forces prepped gear in the corner, rifles gleaming. Mamá insisted on coming, wheelchair pushed by a nurse Alexander had paid to stay silent. Her color was better, but her eyes held the same fire that had sliced a merc’s wrist.