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“I believe so,” Vincent said.“One to break, to bend to our will.The others… Well, I need to know all their crimes.Not to worry—they won’t be left unpunished.But you’re not walking into it blind.Several of them are holed up at Sarah’s trailer.”
Percy absorbed the information, his mind already racing with strategies and traps.The scent of fear would be strongest at Sarah’s trailer home, he surmised; desperation had a way of clinging to familiar places.
He could almost hear the pulse of the rebels’ hearts, feel their panicked breaths.
He was the shadow that would engulf their hope, the fangs that would tear into their defiance.They were nothing but whispers in the vast desert, and he was the looming storm.
“Good hunting.”Vincent’s final words echoed as Percy gave a sharp nod, then turned on his heel and headed out to enact his alpha’s will.
The hunt thrummed through him, calling out to the primal part of him, the part that lived for the chase and the capture.
Vincent’s orders weren’t just words; they were a decree to reinforce the rule of the Sunburst Pack—and therefore a command Percy would execute with merciless precision.
He would deliver fear and submission back to the heart of the Sunburst Pack, one rebel at a time.
Starting with Sarah Sanchez.
Percy’s senses sharpened, honed by years of tracking and enforcing the alpha’s ironfisted rule.He could almost taste the rebellion in the air, and he relished the thought of extinguishing it.
The Sunburst Pack would soon remember the true cost of defiance.
The hunt was on.
Less than an hour later, Percy approached Sarah’s trailer home under the star-studded night sky, a predator moving with silent purpose.
His senses, finely tuned instruments of detection, were alert for the slightest anomaly—a whisper of movement, the tremor of a heartbeat, the warm spice of a shifter’s presence against the cool evening air.
With every step closer to the weathered structure, Percy’s anticipation sharpened.He imagined the scene within—Nick and Sarah, rebels with frayed nerves, huddling in the cramped confines of their hideout.
Percy allowed himself a cold smile at the thought of their shock when he finally confronted them.
The trailer stood before him, its windows dark, the silence around it heavy with unspoken secrets.But Percy was no stranger to coaxing truths from the unwilling.He circled the perimeter, his eyes scanning for telltale signs of recent activity, his ears pricked for the softest sigh.
“Come out, come out,” he murmured, a taunting whisper lost to the wind.“This game of hide-and-seek ends tonight.”
He tested the air, searching for a scent that would betray the pair—a hint of fear, a dash of desperation.
“Your time is up,” Percy promised to the shadows, his voice a low growl of certainty.
Nick and Sarah, the heartbeats of the rebellion, would soon be in his grasp—one or the other.
The faintest whisper of shifter essence teased Percy’s nostrils as he prowled closer to the trailer home.It clung to the rusted metal and broken steps like a lover’s last touch, an invisible smoke trail leading straight to his prey.The scent was diluted by the night but unmistakable—a musky, wild aroma that stirred the primal core within him.Sarah’s scent mingled with Nick’s.Percy allowed himself a cruel smile, savoring the certainty of his instincts.
Every step was measured, every breath controlled as he neared the door.His hand hovered over the tarnished knob, muscles tensing in anticipation of the confrontation.He pictured them inside, their hearts pounding against their ribs, unaware that fate loomed just outside their fragile refuge.Percy relished the thought of their eyes widening in terror, the taste of their panic.
But before his knuckles could rap against the metal door, a distant purr of an engine cut through the stillness of the night.His ears twitched, pinpointing the direction of the sound.
Damn.Time was slipping through his fingers like sand, and Vincent’s patience was not limitless.Percy’s nostrils flared at the intrusion, his plans momentarily thwarted.
He retreated into the shadows, his towering frame melting into the darkened alcove beside the trailer.The approaching vehicle’s headlights sliced through the darkness, casting long, dancing shadows across the gravel driveway.
Percy watched, eyes narrowed to slits, as the car rolled past the trailer park’s entrance.He stood motionless, a statue carved from cruelty and power, waiting for the interloper to pass so he could resume his mission.
The car disappeared down the road, and Percy unfolded from his hiding place.
He turned back toward the trailer door, ready to unleash violence.Tonight, Percy Williams would be an unstoppable force, an embodiment of the alpha’s merciless decree.
The car’s passing had been a mere hiccup in his plan, and now nothing stood between him and his prey.
