The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of rain and danger. Alaric moved through the shadows like a predator, his every step deliberate, his senses sharp and unrelenting. The faint trail of the rogue’s scent and the other scents that might came from his partners, faint but unmistakable, led him forward, his wolf, Hunter, growling low in his chest. Alexander followed close behind, his presence a steady, grounding force amidst the storm of Alaric’s ...