Caesar's POV
The night air carried the metallic tang of blood and fear as I stood outside the abandoned warehouse. Paris might be the city of lights, but the shadows run just as deep here as anywhere else.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling into the cool night. Two days away from Sylvia felt like an eternity. My wolf, Midnight, paced restlessly within me, longing for our mate's scent and touch. But this mess with John Sinclair's loyalists required my personal attention—these fools who thought they could challenge the Blood Moon hierarchy now that rumors of our weakened bloodline had begun to spread.
Dylan stood beside me, his posture alert despite the late hour. The moonlight caught the silver threads in his dark hair—battle sca
