The Alpha climbs out of the van and walks up to you.
"We'll make a perimeter," he tells you, voice low, eyes roaming the empty street. "Stay here. Listen for our howls."
"Always do."
His lips quirk towards a smile. "You have your phone with you?"
You pull it out of your pocket and show it to him.
"Good. If you can, use it to record Blackwell."
"Sure," you say, though you're not entirely sure how you'll be able to do that without it being noticed.
He nods. "Get in there. Find out what he wants. Get out. If he makes you an offer, listen to him, take anything he gives you, but don't put the pack in danger."
"I know," you say.
"I know you do," he says, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I know you can handle this."
You don't have time to voice your doubts. Before you can say anything, the Alpha is striding back towards his van. He climbs in, wrestles with the handbrake, and kicks it loudly into gear. You watch as it chugs slowly down the street and away. You're alone.
packpackpackpack
Or at least, as alone as a werewolf with a pack can be.
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