Chapter 192

Freya The cold steel of the gun pressed against my ribs as the scent of blood filled my nostrils. Selene growled internally, protective instincts warring with survival sense. This man was injured—the metallic smell growing stronger by the minute. I started the engine, keeping my voice steady. "Where to?" "Straight ahead, to Santa Pier," he instructed, his voice tight with what I recognized as pain. "I'll tell you how to get there." "No need, I know the way." The car filled with silence as I drove through the deserted streets. Santa Pier was about thirty minutes away, tucked against the coastline where most packs avoided due to its neutral territory status. I kept my breathing even, my hands steady on the wheel despite Selene's urge to either attack or flee. The injured man watched me with increasing curiosity as I navigated the roads without hesitation or error, never missing a turn. My mind raced through possible scenarios—was this a targeted attack on the Shadow Pack? Or merely bad l