Sloane's POV
As I ran, I could hear the voices of the bar's surviving guests behind me, their sighs of relief echoing in the air.
"Those werewolves are terrifying…""Oh, don't say that—I'm a werewolf too.""That's because you're not strong."
I couldn't help but smile, just slightly.
Following the trail of Epoch's scent, I let it guide me through the quiet streets.
Eventually, I found him in a dark, lamp-less alley, tucked away from the bustling lights of the city.
Jackson and his guards—both human and werewolf—lay collapsed on the ground, broken and begging for mercy.
Epoch stood above them, expression full of icy disdain.
With an irritated flick of his wrist, he yanked off his tie and tossed it onto the rain-slicked pavement. He undid a few buttons of his shirt, his chest rising and
