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The dashboard clock glowed 11:42 PM when Elena Vale eased her battered SUV into the darkness beside the Ironfang Pack House. The engine coughed twice before falling silent. She exhaled, brushing a hand through her dark hair.
A simple delivery. Confidential files for her Beta cousin. Nothing more.
“Should be quick,” she murmured, reaching for the manila envelope on the passenger seat.
To anyone watching, the SUV was little more than a rusting wreck. That was intentional. Beneath its shabby exterior was a rare Lycan-armored vehicle, an heirloom passed through generations of the Vale Family, descendants of the Ancient Lycan Bloodline. Keeping it disguised was just another part of Elena’s carefully maintained identity.
She adjusted her jacket, making sure the antique Alpha crest pendant remained concealed beneath the fabric. Its familiar weight against her skin steadied her, even though no one around her knew what the pendant truly represented.
“Just deliver the files, Elena,” she reminded herself. “Nothing unusual about tonight.”
She stepped out and headed toward the imposing entrance of the Ironfang Pack House.
Then the atmosphere changed.
A strange energy rippled through the night, prickling across her skin and stirring the instincts she had spent years suppressing.
Elena slowed.
Something—or someone—was waiting in the darkness.
Chapter 1
The dashboard clock glowed 11:42 PM when I eased my battered SUV into a patch of darkness beside the Ironfang Pack House. The engine coughed once before dying, and I let out a quiet breath as I pushed my hair back from my face.
Nothing complicated.
A confidential packet for my Beta cousin. Drop it off, hand it over, leave.
“Shouldn’t take long,” I murmured, reaching across the passenger seat for the manila envelope.
To anyone else, my SUV was an embarrassment on four wheels—rust along the panels, faded paint, an engine that sounded permanently one bad day away from death.
That was exactly how I wanted it.
Only a select few knew what rested beneath the shabby exterior. The vehicle was a rare Lycan-armored machine, forged with technology and blood-bound magic passed down through generations of my Vale Family, descendants of the Ancient Lycan Bloodline.
Looking ordinary was safer.
I pulled my jacket higher and checked the antique Alpha crest pendant beneath the collar. It remained hidden against my skin, its familiar weight strangely reassuring.
No one here needed to know what it was.
No one needed to know what I was.
“Just deliver the files, Elena,” I whispered. “That’s all tonight is.”
Then I stepped toward the Ironfang Pack House.
The moment I crossed into its grounds, something changed.
The air tightened.
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