Bradf

-Slate's medical equipment had arrived at the abandoned factory outside Riverport, and I needed to

nt of my backpack and sent Slate Knight a coded message: Bring

ck baseball cap low over my brow. Then I slipped down the staff stairs, bypassed the cameras

roared past and kicked up a cloud of dust. The wind s

of the scent: blood, and beneath it the foul stench of flesh s

ind of soul-shaking pressure

sealed my scent. Seconds later, tires screamed arou

d by heavy off-road vehicles. More than a dozen men reeking of bloodlust

in Wol

d medical bay of the Wolfe estate, the ai

es oozed dark blood. The micro-molecular silver toxin designed to kill Lycans burned through my veins; every

rinkled forehead. When he spread a pungent green herbal paste over my torn f

scalpel. "This paste can only slow the silver toxin and kee

murderous light in the dim room. "Then find

e true Ghost Healer techniques. She runs a small clinic in R

pulled a black shirt over my bandaged torso. "There

r open. His eyes dropped uneasily to the fresh

ffs, my Alpha command ringing through th

gan, but one glare from me swa

hway toward Riverport. I sat in the back seat, fingers tapp

actical tablet beepe

is mental voice tight. Intelligence just intercepted

wild dogs actually dared to

d. "If they catch up,

uck burst from a side road, slammed into our lead