People poured out—the doctor, flanked by two men in dark suits.
The engine of a black car roared to life. Dr. McIntyre dove into the backseat, one of the suited men right behind him. The other jumped into the front, and before I could react, the black car sped away.
More cursing. More shouting. Men sprinted toward the blue cars, yelling to follow them.
But then—
David howled.
Everything stopped.
The men hesitated, turning toward him.
"Boss?" one of them called uncertainly.
"s**t," another muttered. "Scrub the mission. Let’s get out of here."
Two men leapt into one of the remaining blue cars, which peeled off immediately. Another man held the back door open. David didn’t hesitate. He lunged inside, still in wolf form, and the blue car sped off in the opposit
