Hunting The Predator

Jayden, however, knew better. Deep down, he was certain this was no accident of nature. It was a message—a warning. And it worked. His unease had taken root, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

Hawkbone was behind this. Jayden already knew it. The display was just a fraction of the chaos Hawkbone was capable of unleashing, and if Jayden didn’t act quickly, things would spiral further out of control. He clenched his fists as purpose hardened within him: he needed to find Hawkbone, but more importantly, he needed to locate the alpha to stand any chance of stopping him.

That evening, Jayden decided to check on Rose. The thought of her brought a pain of guilt and longing to his chest, but he couldn’t let her face any danger—not because of him.

When he arrived at her house, her grandmother greeted him at the door, her voice weary.

“She’s resting,” she explained. “Fever’s got her down. Best to leave her be for now.”