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    The weight of responsibility fell on his shoulders. “You can count on me, Noah.”


    With a steady hand, he gave Noah’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep things running here. Your only job is to make sure Sadiees back.”


    Dawn in Zupren brought a sharp chill to the air.


    As Noah descended from the ne, exhaustion dragged at his steps. Nearly twenty-four hours had passed without rest; crimson rimmed his eyes, and a fierce determination clung to his every movement.


    Questions about Sadie’s condition haunted his every thought. As soon as he left the terminal, Noah slipped into the waiting ck sedan idling near the curb.


    Behind the wheel sat a man in a charcoal jacket, eyes sharp as he caught Noah’s entrance.


    Hurst greeted him with a furrowed brow and a string of quiet sighs. “Dude, dropping in like this without warning isn’t a good idea.” Noah’s abrupt arrival had thrown a wrench into Hurst’s carefullyid ns, dragging unnecessary attention their way.


    “You’re aware of the risks I’m taking. The Wolfpack has me embedded at their headquarters—I can’t keep making unexined disappearances or they’ll catch on, and then we’ll both be in deep trouble.”


    A nervous nce at the rearview mirror broke Hurst’s train of thought, his fingers drumming a subtle rhythm on the steering wheel. “I’ve been monitoring the area—White Tiger still hasn’t shown up.”


    Noah didn’t so much as flinch at Hurst’s warnings.


    Every thought was consumed by Sadie. He had pushed aside all concerns that didn’t lead directly to her.


    Hurst muttered inwardly about his string of bad luck but managed to keep his face expressionless.


    Noah’s sudden arrival left him unsettled.


    Life as an undercover agent gave Hurst little room forfort or mistakes.


    Without a word, he switched on the engine, guiding the ck sedan into the nearly empty morning streets.


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    His modest home sat tucked away in a neighborhood close to Wolfpack headquarters, chosen precisely for its privacy and anonymity.


    Earlier, he hade up with a n: for now, Noah would take on the role of his assistant, a move that would help him blend in and avoid suspicion.


    Bringing along an unfamiliar person out of the blue would only invite trouble.


    Noah studied Hurst in the shadowy car, his gaze sharp and unyielding.


    Noah seemed to hate the idea of pretending to be his assistant.


    That stare rattled Hurst enough to make him clear his throat. “Mr. Wall, I had to act fast, so this was the best I could do. It’s safer than you going in by yourself.”


    He knew Noah wasn’t someone he could risk upsetting. Given the circumstances, Hurst thought this n was as good as any.


    Trying to sound steady, Hurst continued, “Tomorrow, I’m heading to headquarters to give Afara a check-up. You’lle with me then. Just remember, security is tight. We won’t have much freedom or time once we’re inside, so be ready for that.”


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