Chapter One-Hundred Eight: Dead Man's Cliff: A Desperate Struggle For A Pack Member's Life

Alpha Brock's Perspective:

The dirt and grime of the alley pressed against me, but now was not the time to flinch at filth or fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, hot and insistent, like a river swelling after a storm. Brock nodded, the muscles in his jaw ticking with tension, an unspoken understanding passing between us. The mission parameters had changed. Save the captives, yes, but Marcella was one of our own—an irreplaceable link in our pack’s chain.

"Brock communicated with Stephanie through their shared mental bond. "The rogues have taken Marcella, but we've located the women."

Acknowledging with a nod, Stephanie turned to me. "We need to evacuate the women first, then we'll rescue Marcella."

Feeding a mind-link to the warrior responsible for locating the abducted women, I shot back, "Extract the women immediately! Is that possible?"

"Affirmative, Alpha," he responded. "We've subdued the majority of the rogues; just one remains, and he's fled with Marcella. He's likely usi