Chapter 39 - THE HUNT WAS ON

Alaric and James raced back toward the Knight's mansion, the tires screeching as they veered around corners with reckless urgency. Alaric's jaw was locked, frustration etched in every line of his face. They had been so close to tracking down the wolves but had been forced to turn back—unprepared for the battle. The reality gnawed at him; to confront werewolves without specialized weaponry was not only foolish but suicide. His dark eyes narrowed as he gripped the wheel, silently vowing to make no further mistakes.