VINCENT

My senses were fully alert as I hunted for the bastard who had attached such an annoying letter to the gate of my pack house. He seemed to be someone who knew a lot about my past; a past I've struggled to move on from. Whoever the culprit was, he was trying to use my past against me. The thought of it made me furious.

His scent continued to linger in the air, I could tell that he was still within my territory and was probably running away as fast as he could. I increased my pace and ...