I couldn’t leave yet. Not until Bill Anders was dead.
As I made my way back into the fray, scanning for any sign of him, my instincts kicked in. Something shifted in the air, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a man hiding in the bushes, moving quietly, trying not to be seen. I didn’t let him notice me. Instead, I called over one of the kappa wolves, keeping my voice low and steady as I asked him to identify the figure lurking in the shadows.
The moment he confirmed it—Bill Anders—something inside me clicked. The rage that had been simmering since the moment this nightmare began surged forward, sharp and cold. This was the man who had ruined everything, who had taken away the life I could have had. I moved with purpose, silent and deadly, sneaking toward where Bill was crouching.
