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?

hunter, maybe even an orc from the

she focused

road stretched ahead, illuminated only by

blood in the confined space grew stronger, so thick

she remarked, her tone neutral. “There’s some

need it.”

head to look

thought she caught a flicker of something… surprise, or maybe doubt. He didn’t

the ride passed in strained quiet.

mind raced, analyzing

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man’s build, his injuries, the way he carried himself.. all pointed to someone experienced in

the man spoke again.

the car and parked on the shoulder of the deserted road.

man’s grip on his weapon remained firm as

the medicine?” she

out into the

moment, he hesitated, glancing back

decipher it, he turned and disappeared into the

her wolf pacing restlessly in her mind.

lingered… his

wasn’t fear she felt, but a deep

she saw him board a freighter docked at the harbor.

off the water as it prepared to

stumbled into a dimly lit cabin.

from his wounds, staining the makeshift bandages he’d hastily

a chair, gritting his teeth as he unwrapped the blood–soaked

mindlink crackled to life in

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