(Ashley)
I arrive at the abandoned hunting cabin two hours before dawn. The location was chosen carefully, far enough from any pack territory that no patrols will stumble across us, but close enough to Moonridge that my hunter contacts feel safe meeting here.
The cabin smells like old wood and animal droppings. Perfect. No one would think to look for important meetings in a place like this.
I light a single candle and wait. The hunters are always punctual. They have to be in their line of work. One mistake, one late arrival, and they're dead.
Fifteen minutes later, footsteps approach. Three figures enter the cabin, all dressed in dark tactical gear with silver weapons visible at their sides.
The leader is a woman named Marta. Mid thirties, cold eyes, completely ruthless. Exactly the k
