Griffin's Pov
The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar smell from a time I wished I could forget. This place. I knew it too well. It was the same hidden clearing, where I had nearly killed before.
“Stay back, both of you,” I growled, my voice low and tight, not breaking my gaze from the figure ahead. Brian and Kai, ever loyal, stopped a few paces behind me, their presence a silent comfort, ready to move at my command.
And there he was. Mark.
He sat on a moss-covered boulder, as if he were waiting for a picnic, not a confrontation with the man who wanted him dead. His head was tilted slightly, eyes fixed on me, a strange, knowing look in them.
No fear. No surprise. Just… expectation. A cold wave of confusion washed over me. This man had escaped the Alpha K
