Finn

The Northern pack house loomed ahead, its dark silhouette a stain against the night sky. From my position in the surrounding forest, I could see guards patrolling the perimeter – too many to count, all heavily armed.

My phone buzzed. David again.

“I’m thirty minutes out with reinforcements,” he said without preamble. “Don’t do anything stupid, Alpha.”

I ended the call without responding. Thirty minutes was too long. Whatever Dickson was doing to ...