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The heat of his body lingered on my skin long after I pulled away, his lips still a burning imprint in my mind. Silas’s chest rose and fell in ragged waves, and I could feel the feral strength coiling beneath his skin even in unconsciousness. My hand still tingled from the contact, as if his Alpha presence had branded me.
I took a deep breath and acted quickly. His voice, thick and ragged, had barely trailed off when I moved, the motion precise and practiced–one sharp strike to his temple. Silas went limp instantly, collapsing against me, the weight of his powerful form surprisingly heavy despite his feverish state. My heart pounded, not just from the adrenaline, but from the undeniable heat emanating from him, the sheer proximity of a wolf like Silas in such a vulnerable state.
I steadied him, making sure his head was secure against my shoulder, and quickly checked the partially unfastened buttons of his shirt. The last thing I needed was him being exposed to any unnecessary danger or prying eyes. I tightened the clothing where I could, careful not to disturb him further.
“Wren…” I called softly as we reached the door, the voice calm but edged with urgency. Outside, he froze.
“Freya… what… what did you do?” Wren’s eyes widened, and I could almost see the question lingering, unspoken yet very clear.
“I knocked him out,” I replied simply, my tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re taking him to the hospital immediately.” My eyes flicked to the surveillance cameras lining the corridor. “Have the footage deleted. Take him out the rear exit. Make sure the car is waiting back there. We don’t need anyone knowing.”
“Yes,” Wren said, relief and apprehension mixing in his voice. He motioned for the security team to assist in lifting Silas into the waiting black sedan. Every movement was careful, as if handling a priceless artifact, yet also urgent. I followed closely behind, hands hovering near Silas to react if he stirred.
The rear exit opened to the car, sleek and dark, waiting like a shadow. The security team eased him onto the back seat, and Wren looked at me expectantly.
“Freya… you’re not coming with us?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You have enough people to handle him. I’m not needed.”
“But if he wakes… and you’re not there…”
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I cut him off, voice sharp now, a wolfish edge creeping in. “Wren, I said I’m done with Silas. I’m done being a pawn in his recklessness. Make sure he gets to the hospital safely, and leave it at that.”
Wren gave a rueful shake of his head. “In this world, Freya… you’re the only one who can calm him. I’ve never seen him care like this for anyone, not like he cares for you. He would… risk his body, his life, just to see you.”
“I don’t need reminders,” I said coldly, turning away. “We’re finished.”
With that, I left them. The click of the car door shutting behind me sounded like a small, private victory. I forced myself to ignore the pang that curled in my chest. Silas Whitmor- Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, a wolf like no other–was being rushed to safety because I had acted when he couldn’t. And yet… even now, the thought that he had risked everything to see me left a bitter edge in my stomach.
I returned to Lana, who was perched near the entrance of SkyVex Armaments‘ offices, her sharp eyes immediately noticing my return.
“Freya, why are you back?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Wren and the team have Silas on his way to the hospital,” I said. “I didn’t need to ride with them.”
“Wait… he’s going willingly?”
I shook my head. “No. I knocked him out before he could protest. It was the only way.”
Lana’s eyes widened, a mixture of awe and disbelief. Not many could physically take down Silas Whitmor, let alone me. “You… you actually knocked him out? In the whole Capital;, that’s practically a legend. No one dares do that!”
Before I could respond, a piercing scream erupted down the street. “Pervert! Security! Someone stop him!” The shrillness made my blood snap, and the low growl in my chest stirred instinctively.
The sound drew a chaotic crowd–security, onlookers, and a cluster of reporters snapping photos and yelling. I followed the commotion with Lana, instinctively moving closer, wolf- senses alert.
Through the mass, I spotted him: Caelum Grafton. Shirt half–torn, wild–eyed, struggling under the grip of security. The murmurs and accusations sliced through the air.
“Look at him–trying to assault a woman here in broad daylight!” someone shouted.
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“Must be drugged or insane! There’s no other explanation!”
“Isn’t that Caelum Grafton? The audacity!”
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I froze for a moment, taking in the scene. The Alpha I had once spared, the wolf I had given a chance, was being dragged away–humiliated, powerless, exposed. The sheer irony wasn’t lost
on me.
Lana nudged closer, whispering, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. “Do you know what happened? He tried something with the daughter of the Winslow family. The boyfriend handled him personally. Caelum’s reputation is ruined for now. Even the Winslows are prominent in The Capital… he’s done.”
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Freya watched the secene with a cold, calculating gaze. It was obvious now–the chaos at Caelum Grafton’s company had been orchestrated by Silas. And Caelum had brought it all upon himself. Tomorrow, the stock price of Grafton Technologies would plummet again, and Freya could already imagine the downward spiral that awaited the company.
A company that she had once helped build, nurtured, and elevate to the heights of The Capital’s tech elite was now teetering on the edge of collapse. Grafton Technologies, once a symbol of ambition and brilliance, was about to fall from the pinnacle into the abyss. Debt would accumulate faster than even Caelum could anticipate, turning him from a celebrated young tycoon into a bankrupt man struggling to pay off obligations he could barely manage. Life shifted with brutal swiftness; the transformation was both fascinating and terrifying.
Lana ever eager for gossip, leaned in with a wicked smile. “Looks like Siverfang Technologies is going down the drain tonight. The shareholders are going to be tearing their hair out over this. And as for Caelum… well, he was just begging you to return to his company not ten minutes ago. Now he’s about to lose everything–and I doubt the Winslow family will let him off easy. What do you think they’ll do to him?”
Freya’s eyes narrowed. “Whatever they do, it’s none of my concern.”
Lana laughed softly. “True. The uninformed still think Caelum was some kind of tech prodigy, a rising star in the industry. Ridiculous. The moment you stepped away, his empire began crumbling. Honestly… did you expect this?”
Freya gave a slow nod. “Given his arrogance, unless he delegated real authority to capable professionals, there’s no way he could sustain a public company of this size.” Caelum’s hubris had always been his weakness; he overestimated his own abilities. Freya had predicted bankruptcy eventually, but the pace at which it would occur now was far faster than she had imagined.
Lana’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “I really want to see his mother and Giselle when they get out of custody and realize Caelum’s a penniless wreck. The expressions on their faces will be priceless.”
Freya allowed herself a small smirk. There was a savage satisfaction in knowing that some predators would finally taste consequences, even if temporary. The world of the packs–and humans–was unforgiving, and Caelum had proven he was no exception.
At that moment, Lana’s WolfComm buzzed insistently. She glanced at the screen, frowning when she saw Victor Ashford’s name. A faint blush colored her cheeks before she answered.
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“I’m waiting outside the investor gala. When will you be out?” Victor’s voice was deep, calm, and commanding, yet there was an edge that made it clear this was not a casual call.
Lana straightened, startled. “You didn’t mention meeting today.”
“I just did,” he replied, the faintest growl in his tone.
A moment of silence passed, and Lana muttered under her breath. “Figures.” She glanced at Freya. “Just give me ten minutes. I’ll come out.”
Freya watched Lana move away, her wolf senses picking up the tension radiating from Victor even through the WolfComm. Victor Ashford had a presence that could dominate a room- and a pack–without raising his voice. She felt a familiar stir of caution, a wolfish instinct that reminded her how dangerous these interactions could become.
Outside, Lana spotted Victor’s car waiting, black and imposing. As she approached, the driver’s side window rolled down, revealing Victor’s sharp, piercing gaze. “Get in,” he said simply.
Lana raised an eyebrow, contemplating opening the rear door, but Victor’s cold glance made her reconsider. “What, you actually think I’m your driver?” he said. “Sit up front.”
She muttered something under her breath, resisting the urge to complain, and circled the car to take the passenger seat. Victor’s presence was suffocating, yet magnetic, his aura exuding the restrained power of an Alpha.
“Now, what do you want?” Lana asked, settling into the seat, her posture relaxed but her senses alert.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Victor replied smoothly. “We’re together now. Boyfriend seeing girlfriend- are there problems with that?”
“No… not really,” Lana said, forcing calm, though a slight tension coiled in her gut.
Victor started the car, the engine a low growl, as if mirroring the wolfish intensity in his gaze. “We have a dinner engagement. You’re coming with me.”
Lana tilted her head, curiosity piqued, though she did not protest. Dinners and corporate gatherings were second nature to her, and today’s outfit–a sleek ensemble that balanced authority with elegance–was perfect for such a scenario. Her eyes drifted to Victor again. The tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the deep navy shirt beneath adding a mysterious, almost predatory elegance. The blue tie, sharp and precise, completed the look. She couldn’t help but think, with a small smirk, that if someone blindfolded him with the tie, he would still command the room.
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Lana felt a sharp pang of self–reproach as she stared out the window of Victor’s car. What on earth was she thinking? The question gnawed at her like a wolf’s teeth on bone. Her mind replayed the moment over and over–why had she ever doubted herself enough to let Victor back into her life?
The sudden, low tone of his voice cut through her thoughts. “Admiring me so intently… do you regret breaking up with me back then?”
Lana’s gaze snapped back to the road, carefully masking her inner turmoil. “No, I don’t regret it.” She had always prided herself on being decisive. Ending things with Victor had been the clearest–headed choice she had ever made. To linger, to hesitate, would have meant falling under the pull of his face, his commanding presence, all over again.
Victor’s eyes, sharp and calculating like a wolf scenting prey, flicked toward her. “You’d better hide that thought. Don’t let anyone at the dinner see it–don’t let them know you don’t regret breaking up with me.”
Lana narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
His smile was tight, predatory. “It means you should act like you regret it. Pretend that you’ve yearned for me all this time–and that you love me deeply.”
“Victor… it’s just a dinner. Do you really need to act like this?” Lana’s brow furrowed, irritation prickling her like claws.
“I do,” he said coldly, voice low but firm, commanding her attention as any Alpha would his pack.
The car came to a smooth halt in front of an upscale private club, black glass glinting in the streetlights. The doors opened, and Lana followed Victor inside, her senses alert, instincts tingling. She had been trained to notice subtle movements, the faint shift of energy in a room, and now she felt the tension radiating from Victor like heat from a wolf’s fur.
Inside, a suite of people clustered in conversation, laughter dancing lightly over the rich scent of expensive wine. The moment Victor and Lana entered, a voice greeted him. “Victor! Finally, we thought you wouldn’t make it.”
A few heads turned, and another voice added, “Oh! And who might this be?” Their gaze fell on Lana, assessing her with curiosity, some tinged with amusement.
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Victor stepped forward, voice low but firm. “This is my girlfriend, Lana Rook.”
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Immediately, the room shifted. Eyes widened in surprise, interest flickering in gazes like hunters sensing new prey. A few looked amused, a few wary. It was a subtle ripple of pow. recognition, and Lana, though accustomed to business meetings, could feel it even now–the unspoken rules of dominance and territory, like scent marking in the wild.
Victor began introductions, a systematic display of social authority. “These are people I work with professionally,” he said, guiding Lana through cach handshake, each careful nod. Lana’s mind raced, impressed and slightly overwhelmed. These were influential figures in The Capital, movers and shapers whose acquaintance could take years for even the most well- connected entrepreneur. Yet here she was, swept into this circle in a single motion.
She smiled politely, responding with the practiced grace of someone used to navigating tense social terrain. Her mind, however, remained alert, reading each subtle cue–the slight shift of a shoulder, the glimmer of interest in an eye, the faint ripple of recognition from those who had underestimated her before.
One voice, light with teasing, broke the rhythm. “Victor, you actually have a girlfriend? I thought you were joking before. We were trying to match you with Velda.”
At the sound of the name, several heads turned to a woman standing nearby, elegant and composed. She wore white, her presence ethereal, almost aloof. Lana’s instincts kicked in immediately–this woman was waiting for a confrontation, positioning herself like a rival wolf staking claim to territory.
“My, you flatter me,” Velda said, voice light, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I could never measure up to Victor. He’s always been protective of me… merely treating me like a junior. But Miss Rook, your name sounds familiar. It reminds me of someone Victor once dated.”
The comment sent a subtle ripple through the room. Eyes flicked toward Lana, some evaluating, some judging. She finally understood Victor’s earlier warning in the car–he intended to use her as a shield, a barrier to the lingering attentions of would–be rivals.
Victor’s voice cut through the moment, calm and commanding. “Lana and I dated in the past. We were apart for a time, but recently we realized there’s still a bond between us. We’re together now–and this time, we won’t separate.”
Lana’s inner voice screamed. Yeah, right. One year from now, this will all blow up. She forced a polite smile. “Yes… I’m happy to be with Victor again,” she said, masking her skepticism with grace.
A toast was proposed. The room’s energy shifted again as glasses were raised, a ritualistic display of social cohesion and hierarchy. Lana sipped cautiously, knowing better than to let wine loosen her instincts. Two cups in, she excused herself, slipping toward the washroom.
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Inside, she unexpectedly found Velda waiting, eyes sharp, calculating. Lana’s senses flared; she could almost smell the challenge radiating off her.
“Do you have business with me?” Lana asked, brow raised.
“You don’t deserve Victor,” Velda said coolly. “I’ve heard you’re just a nouveau riche, and that you hurt him badly in the past. How dare you sit by his side now?”
Lana rolled her eyes, suppressing a laugh. The one who was hurt? That was me!
“Whether I deserve him is between Victor and me. Why do you care? On what authority do you question me?” Lana’s voice was sharp, low, wolfish.
“I speak as someone who cares for Victor. I don’t know your motives, but he hates being used. Should he ever find you’re using him… he will despise you.” Velda’s words dripped with assumed righteousness.
Lana smirked. “Funny. The one being used right now is me.” She stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper, dangerous and intimate. “Do you like Victor?”
“I just think he deserves someone better,” Velda replied, a practiced coldness in her tone.
“Too bad. Victor seems to like people like me.” Lana’s lips curved into a wolfish grin as she glanced over Velda, then turned her attention to Victor, who had silently approached.
“Victor,” she whispered, her hands sliding around his neck, voice husky, meant for him alone, “I acted for you once. Now it’s your turn to act for me.”
Victor’s lips pressed into a thin line, his Alpha dominance radiating like heat from a wolf’s pelt, but he said nothing. Lana leaned in, taking the initiative, and pressed her lips to his–a silent challenge, a claim, a declaration only the two of them could understand.
The room’s energy shifted subtly, like the pack sensing a change in dominance. Allies and rivals alike held their positions, feeling the tension, the unspoken claim being made in that fleeting, dangerous kiss.
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The sudden kiss froze Victor’s body in an instant. His mind went blank for the briefest heartbeat, and then it ignited. Every nerve, every instinct in him stirred, the taste and warmth of Lana’s lips wrapping around him like a familiar hunting scent he had longed for in silence.
How long had it been since she had kissed him like that? He couldn’t even remember. The memory of her touch, once scared into his consciousness, now felt unbearably vivid, drawing. him toward an almost animalistic need for more. His body betrayed him, leaning instinctively forward, craving, searching.
But it ended abruptly, leaving him hovering in the sharp edge of desire and denial. His gaze followed her as she stepped back, eyes glinting with mischief and challenge. She looked toward Velda, her expression saying it all-“See that? This is mine, and only mine.”
Velda’s composure cracked, her face twisting into something unrecognizable. Humiliation, surprise, and bitter resentment mingled in her wolfish glare. Victor felt a cold, hard twist in his chest. This woman–Lana–had kissed him as a performance, a show for another. Yet the only one who could claim her lingering desire, the one who truly mattered to her in that intimate, consuming way, was him.
Meanwhile, across the city in the sterile confines of a VIP hospital room, Silas Whitmor stirred awake. His first conscious words were sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of machines. “Where is she?”
“Miss Thorne had you brought here after you were rendered unconscious,” Wren replied, voice calm but cautious. “She didn’t come with you.”
Silas’s eyes fell to the three fingers of his hand still encased in splints. His mind churned. Even after he had pleaded, exposed vulnerability he never allowed anyone to see, she had still kept her distance. Not even a touch. She had the strength of a true Alpha in subtlety–freely giving and letting go as she saw fit.
The memory of her decisiveness in her divorce from Caelum Grafton burned in him. Once she made a choice, there was no turning back. If she chose to end something, it was final. And now… she had chosen to sever ties with him. Would she truly never look back?
No. He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing with the effort to contain the storm within him. Even if she refused to return, he would make her. He would bend fate itself until she had no choice but to come back to him.
Days later, Lana accompanied Freya to Capital International. The airport was bustling, a
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stream of travelers moving in every direction, their faces a blur compared to the sharp focus of a wolf on the hunt.
“Everything packed? Nothing forgotten?” Lana asked, her voice carrying the edge of worry only close allies earned.
“I have everything,” Freya replied calmly. “Even if something is missing, I can buy it there. I’m heading to the second–largest city in D Country, not some remote mountain town.” Her voice was practical, sharp, but beneath it, a flicker of excitement for the journey ahead.
“Promise me you’ll call every day once you arrive,” Lana added, her tone softer than before.
“I will,” Freya assured her.
As they approached the security checkpoint, a familiar figure came into view, dragging luggage with a determined stride. “Sister!” Kade called, breathless but grinning as he caught up.
Freya’s eyebrows rose. “What a coincidence. Didn’t expect to see you here. Where are you headed?”
“I’m going with you to D Country,” Kade replied casually.
Lana’s eyes
widened. “You’re going too?”
“Yes. I figured I’d keep you company. Been a long time since I’ve had a proper break anyway,” Kade said, a subtle wolfish pride underlining his words. “Besides, if anything happens where I can help, I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’d just return when my leave is over.”
Freya exhaled slowly, a smile breaking her usually composed demeanor. “Alright then. Thanks.”
“No thanks needed between us,” Kade replied, his tone firm yet protective.
“Good. Now, with Kade accompanying you, I feel a little more at ease. Let’s not waste time,” Lana said, her voice carrying the efficiency of a seasoned pack leader.
“Let’s go.” Kade nodded at Freya.
“Good.” Freya smiled softly, dragging her suitcase toward the security line. Kade stayed close, senses alert, eyes flicking constantly toward her.
This time, he refused to repeat the mistake he had made before. He would not leave her side, not when threats like Silas Whitmor lurked in the shadows, ready to pounce on any vulnerability. No matter her feelings, her reluctance to engage romantically, he would be there -always present, always vigilant.
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Somewhere in the distance, Silas Whitmor’s gaze followed the pair. His eyes narrowed, calculating, a predator observing its prey.
“Alpha Silas, boarding time approaches,” Wren reminded, her voice respectful but firm.
“Good.” Silas’s expression hardened. He glanced down at his passport and boarding pass. A. shadow of a smirk touched his lips. “Freya… we will meet again soon.”
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Freya and Kade arrived in W City, the sprawling second–largest metropolis of D Country. The city was alive with the quiet hum of commerce and culture, a blend of modern skyscrapers and traditional neighborhoods that had accommodated generations of immigrants.
“You’ve arranged your hotel stay?” Freya asked, glancing at Kade as they wheeled their suitcases through the arrivals hall.
“Yeah. Same as yours,” Kade replied casually, his amber eyes scanning their surroundings with the alertness of a wolf sensing potential threats.
Freya raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing over her face. “How did you know which hotel I’m at?”
“Lana contacted me earlier,” Kade said, the faintest edge of pride in his tone. “She wanted to make sure the place is secure, so I went ahead and booked the same one as you. Thought it’d be safer if we’re nearby.”
Freya’s chest warmed at the thought. Lana–quiet, watchful, fiercely protective–had taken the time to worry about her, to ensure she was safe even before her journey began. The kind of care that only a true pack member could offer.
“Alright, let’s go then,” Freya said softly, adjusting the strap of her bag.
At the hotel, they checked in quickly. Their rooms faced each other across a short corridor, a layout that would make collaboration and communication simple, convenient. Kade couldn’t help the subtle thrill that ran down his spine at the arrangement–it gave him proximity, a chance to respond immediately if danger emerged, like a hunter poised at the edge of the forest.
“What’s the first thing you want to do, sister?” Kade asked as they stepped into the hotel elevator.
“I’ll start at the local precinct, then head to the areas where Eric–my brother–was known to have been. Maybe we’ll find a lead, something the official records have overlooked,” Freya replied, her voice measured, eyes sharp.
“I’ll go with you,” Kade said firmly, almost possessively.
Freya didn’t refuse, merely nodded. The wolfish instinct in Kade was clear–he was here to protect, to observe, to ensure no harm came to her while she hunted the truth.
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They rented a car and drove through the city streets, their focus precise. W City had a rhythm that mirrored the wolf pack’s own–hierarchies invisible to most, yet apparent to those who knew where to look. Through embassy contacts, the police had cooperated and dug up old files regarding the incident from five years ago. But even with assistance, the records were incomplete–fragments of a story left in haste, like bones scattered on the ground after a hunt.
Freya’s sharp gaze scanned the documents. The only notation of significance read: “Homeless man obstructing vehicle, dragged away.”
“Did the homeless man’s name ever get recorded?” she asked, her mind already running through possibilities.
“If there was one, it should have been logged. Since there isn’t, he either didn’t have a name, or couldn’t remember it,” the officer explained. “A lot of those on the streets… their minds are fractured, memories unreliable.”
Freya’s stomach knotted. Could it be… Eric had suffered some kind of brain trauma? Is that why he had ended up stranded in D Country, unable to contact the military, the family, or the embassy? A wolf separated from its pack, forced to survive alone in alien territory. The thought sent a pang of fury and sorrow through her chest.
From the precinct, they drove to the specific location highlighted in the footage Jocelyn had provided years ago. Despite the passing half–decade, the area had changed little–the same worn street corners, the same hollowed edges of alleyways. When Freya reached a quiet intersection, she stopped and stared. The emptiness of the space pressed on her, memories flooding unbidden.
She imagined Eric being dragged there, powerless, unable to resist. The strong, capable brother she remembered had been reduced to something fragile, tossed aside like refuse by those who should have been held accountable.
“What is it?” Kade’s voice cut through the silence, laced with concern. He had sensed the shift in her energy, the tension curling like a wolf about to strike.
“My brother… he was left here,” Freya said slowly, her voice tight, every word carrying the weight of grief and restrained rage.
“Kade’s eyes widened. “Eric?” His hands clenched at his sides, a wolf’s protective instinct roaring to life. “How could that happen?”
“They tried to get help, but the people in the car… they didn’t. They had the security remove him and leave him by the roadside,” Freya continued, fog rising in her vision from the edges of suppressed emotion. Each word felt like claws digging into her chest.
“Who were they? Did you find out?” Kade asked, a low growl hidden beneath his measured
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Freya’s gaze dropped, voice bitter as she spoke the name. “Silas Whitmor.”
Kade’s expression tightened, realization flashing in his eyes. Now he understood why Freya had abruptly severed ties with Silas, why she had disappeared from the social spheres he had tried to navigate.
“Eric will be alright,” Kade said, confidence and instinct blending. His presence was a shield, a reminder of wolf loyalty that ran deeper than mere words.
Freya nodded slowly. “Let’s ask around. Someone might still remember… after all, it’s been five years, but maybe someone saw something.”
They moved cautiously, querying locals near the scene. Unexpectedly, a passerby’s expression shifted at their questions. “Oh, you’re asking about that? That homeless man from five years ago… he must have been some big figure. Strange, so many people keep coming by asking.”
“Who else came?” Freya pressed, her wolf senses tingling, detecting the scent of curiosity and greed in the man’s voice.
“Don’t know them personally, but a group came, and they left a lot of money.” The man’s eyes glittered, the primal lure of wealth overtaking his caution.
Kade smiled faintly, wolfish cunning shining in his amber gaze. From his pocket, he drew several crisp bills. “If you can give us any information, this is yours.” The gesture was subtle, a demonstration of dominance and negotiation, the way wolves might assert territory through ritualized offerings.
The man’s gaze flicked between Freya and Kade, reading the determination in their stance, the protective, watchful aura surrounding Kade–a wolf standing over its packmate, unwavering. Hesitation battled greed, and the tension was palpable.