Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha
Her eyes flash a panicked amber, her breath catching as she stumbles out into the hallway, slamming the heavy wooden door behind her.
I don't waste time watching her run. I turn around, my heavy boots striking the polished stone floor, and walk straight to the desk where my canvas bag sits. Reaching inside, I pull out a midnight-black, runic terminal—a device completely untraceable by any pack council in Westmere.
I flip the screen open. My fingers fly across the keys, bypassing the blood-oath security barriers of the Blackveil Quarter's underground shadow network.
A crimson seal bleeds across the dark display, shaping into the terrifying silhouette of a skeletal wolf's skull.