Bradf

ries surrounding the wrecked SUVs. Black scorp

s on the dark web. Someone had paid

irt soaked with blood. Dark gold eyes burned under his furrowed brow, and e

eath, and the stench of silver rot

in front of him with a gun d

sed a curved blade coated in liquid silve

wolf form, but the silver poison in his ribs flared. Blood spilled fro

into the Rogue's shoulder and barely slowed him.

ounty for the Ghost Healer would die with him. I pinched three silver nee

. Before the curved blade could touch Franklin's s

wrist and drove three needles into the nerve cluster in his neck. His massive bod

lent. The remaining

rk gold eyes locking onto me with fierce warine

edle into the sleep acupoint on his neck. He le

I slapped the gun out of his hand and pricked his nec

ing?" the remaining Rogues roared, bon

hite Wolf speed. Even in human form, th

both knees into his chest until his ribs caved. Another Rogue lunged from behind. I reversed my grip on

ercenaries lay in pools of bl

Franklin, I ripped open his blood-soaked black shirt. The flesh around his ribs was black and n

pressed it hard into his wound. Even unconscious, Franklin's muscles convulsed violently. White

tight in unconsciousness, dried blood still at the corner of his mouth. Witho

touched his forehead,

was I

ypted communicator. "Slate, bri

," Slate's cal

late jumped out in black tactical gear with four gua

groaning Rogues. "Hand them to Chloe at

d, and his men dragged the mercen

usted off my palms. "Load these two into the medical van a