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THIRD PERSON'S POV

Zach had his hands on the steering as he lowered his tinted glasses, looking out the window at the dark, stinky area. The area looked dangerous, but that was the least of his worries. He could deal with whatever danger looming around. As long as he would find that damned thug.

He'd spent all day haunting his ass, searching every ghetto area of the pack. He had to be living in one. A bum like him wouldn't love to be anywhere else. There are a couple of ghettos in the pack and he visited all of them.

It was hard describing him when he didn't have any pictures of him. But then, he did his best to draw a sketch, highlighting his unethical tattoos and his disgusting, ruined dentition. That was enough for anyone to recognize the sketch and they directed him down here.

This place looked like it was chewed and spat out by the devil himself. How the hell could someone live here?!

He used his heightened visions to scope the area, looking for a possible route to go in and ho