Chapter 53

The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made Sarah’s instincts sharpen. She stood beside her car, the cold wind brushing against her face, carrying a faint metallic scent. Her wolf stirred uneasily.

**Blood.**

The mysterious man moved with an awkward yet purposeful gait, clutching his side.

Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his dark clothes.

Her wolf growled low in her mind, a warning,

This man wasn’t just dangerous… he was lethal.

“Need a ride,” the man said, his voice gravelly, with an undertone that made her skin prickle. “To the Gawadar Airport. Now.”

Sarah studied him, her expression calm though her pulse quickened.

“Alright,” she replied evenly, unlocking the car.

As he climbed into the passenger seat, she noticed the faint glint of a gun in his hand. He didn’t bother concealing it.

The drive began in tense silence, but the man broke it soon enough.

His tone was cold and deliberate.

“If you so much as think of taking a detour.. toward the police or anywhere else.. I’ll end you. Right here. Silver bullet.”

Sarah gripped the steering wheel, her face betraying no emotion.

Inside, her wolf Lena raged at the threat.

The silver bullet was one of the most lethal ways to use it against a werewolf, but who the hell was he? Was he a rogue wolf?

something else entirely.. a hunter, maybe even an orc

of answering, she focused

illuminated only by the faint

in the confined space grew stronger, so thick it made her

some

need it.”

head to look at

caught a flicker of something… surprise, or maybe doubt.

the ride passed in strained

analyzing

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carried himself.. all pointed to

man spoke again. “Pull over. Here.”

the car and parked on

weapon remained firm

going to use the medicine?” she asked, her voice calm

stepping out into the shadows.

he hesitated, glancing back at

decipher it, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

wolf pacing restlessly

man lingered… his scent,

felt, but a deep unease.

him board a freighter docked at

reflected off the water as it prepared to depart.

man stumbled into a dimly lit

from his wounds, staining

a chair, gritting his teeth as he

to life in his head.

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