Cohen ran and just kept going. He was running aimlessly until his entire body felt exhausted from the running. He collapsed near a river and shifted back into his human form. The shift was proven painful as his wolf still wanted to force him to stay in his wolf form. He curled on the river bank, covered in mud and dirt.
The travel to the address of Mira’s safehouse took Cohen half a day. But he was glad for the location. It was far from his territory or his allies. He had to stop an oil tanker to travel to the safehouse. Vincent was right.
Days turned to weeks. Liam continued to expand his search in the hope of finding Cohen somewhere. He asked the help of his allies to cover more ground. But everyone hit a dead end. It seemed Cohen disappeared in thin air.
The crowd cheered as he landed another attack on his opponent. He panted heavily before retreating to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheered even more when his opponent collapsed.Then, the countdown began. The crowd counted with the host. By the time the countdown reached ten, his opponent was still on the f
A week passed and he only bunkered down in the apartment. For the whole week, Cohen reminized the six months he spent in his wolf form. For six months and the remaining three months, he spent trying to regain control of his own mind. He couldn’t control it fully but it was the best he could do at this moment. He tried to remember the things he did when he was in his wolf form. He didn’t know much about the people he hurt along the way as his memories were too fuzzy for him to remember anything much.
The ground trembled as a pack of enormous werewolves led by their Alpha, Cohen Kingsley, charged into the woods. He told them to flank the two rogues who had trespassed into his territory. The rogues were all in their early twenties or younger, yet their quickness indicated that they had always been on the go. Cohen had no intention of killing them because they had committed no severe crimes against his pack other than crossing the border illegally. He intended to catch them alive rather than murder them. The Werewolf's Council had passed new legislation requiring rogues who committed minor offenses to enter a rehabilitation clinic to be trained to change their rogue lifestyle into something productive. Cohen's pack, the Southern Werewolves Pack, had over two thousand members and was one of the largest. His pack had fought and won innumerable wars against their foes, notably vampires. The pack was frequently a target of trouble due to its military achievements. The pack's former Alph
Blind spots were present in every protected zone. Only a few people figured out how to find the blind area. They could enter and exit the zone without being seen by employing that blind spot. She took advantage of them every time for her personal gain. It was safe to learn how to get in and out of place for someone like her, who was being pursued by over a dozen packs. When the place was crawling with Enforcers twenty-four hours a day, it wasn’t easy to avoid being detained. When you’re a rogue, you get a lot of benefits that you wouldn’t get if you were in a pack. She came to a standstill at the word “pack.” It was a strange word to her. If she remembered correctly, everyone was on the lookout for her at any given a chance. Some people wished for her death. Some people wanted her to live. It was all a matter of perspective. Despite this, she slipped by them like a ghost. That was the extent of her evasion. Nobody noticed her until it was too late. She kept a low profile until it was
He returned to the pack mansion with anger. His cheeks were flushed with rage. Nobody questioned anything as they obediently followed their Alpha. The Enforcers returned to their duties, but the Alpha continued to rage. He not only lost two rogues, but he also discovered that his mate was the legendary rogue. It only added to his wrath. Mira Red had to be the most powerful woman on the planet. Cohen had attended plenty of meetings relating to her. The Werewolf's Council used every resource to apprehend the redheaded huntress. He recalled a mission where he almost ran into her. Almost. She vanished into thin air instantly, leaving no record of her whereabouts after committing a crime. There weren't any loose ends either. They could only link the crime scenes to her because she left behind a slight trace. Cohen knew she wasn't the type of huntress who would leave a trail of evidence linking her to every crime. But she wasn't the type to pass up the thrill of having every pack on the l
Mira removed her shirt before her lips let out a quick hiss. A large purple bruise appeared behind her right rib. She recognized she had a fractured rib when she pressed her palm against the bruise. An ordinary werewolf's damaged bone would take a week to mend. Mira, on the other hand, was exceptional. In her situation, a fractured bone might heal in an hour or two, depending on the degree of the fracture. While the water was gushing out of the tap, she tore a couple of bags of ice cubes and tossed them into the bathtub. Mira moaned happily as she dipped her body into the freezing water. The ice would dull her body's soreness and exhaustion. Her job required more than just tracking down fugitives on occasion. She agreed to contract killings. She was an outlaw who relished every moment of it. Laws didn't apply to her, yet there were times when Mira wouldn't cross a line. She was well aware of her objectives and made every effort not to become distracted. She rested her head against th