The car skidded to a stop right in front of a shabby-looking café with a ‘closed’ sign across from a crumbling and congested elevated highway. Imelda signalled for me to come out of the car as she did.

When Czar followed behind us, she turned on her feet to glance at him. “You can’t come with us.”

“And why the Fuck not?” He growled, prowling forward as he huffed in annoyance. “I’m not going to sit here and have the Alpha go on his own.”

My muscles strained and I leaned ...