Kane’s POV

The address Luna gave me led to a part of the city I had been avoiding for years. It was a neutral zone where the typical werewolf rules didn’t apply, a place where old traditions still held strong.

“Are you sure about this?” Jake asked from the passenger seat, his face showing he thought I was making a big mistake, caught between my feelings for my mate and the urgency of our situation.

“No,” I admitted. “But traditional tracking methods aren’t working, and we’re ...