Hunter's Heart

Zeke's POV

Rain poured down as I stared at the abandoned building. Lightning flashed, showing the faded sign: "Midnight Pharmaceuticals." Another lie. This was no drug factory—it was a Syndicate lab. The place where they might have made me into... whatever I am.

My boots splashed through water as I approached the fence. The tip I'd gotten from the dying Syndicate agent better be worth the price I paid. Three days tracking through mud and memories I couldn't trust.

"Records in the basement," he'd gasped before the light left his eyes. "About the twins. About you."

I cut through the fence with my claws—another "gift" from the Syndicate's trials. Normal dogs couldn't do this. Normal wolves couldn't smell a guard half a mile away either, but I already knew two were inside, probably bored and not expecting company.