I’ve been followed for days.
The black SUV is always at the edges of my vision. Always silent. Always waiting. Every time I leave my apartment, it’s there. Watching. Stalking.
I’ve avoided it as best I can. I slip into alleys, duck behind walls, take long routes, and never linger in one place too long.
But tonight… tonight, I’m done running.
I grip my backpack, my wolf restless inside me. It’s time, she whispers. Face it. See what they want. Make them know you’re not weak.
I nod, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. Fear is there, but it’s sharp, like a tool. Focus. Alertness. Ready.
I step out into the night, moving slowly, my eyes scanning the street.
The city is quiet. Too quiet.
Then I see it.
The SUV. Black. Silent. Ominous. The windows so dark I can’t see inside. Its eng
