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    Noah responded with a cold nod, then asked, “Afara?”


    Every possible avenue to Sadie mattered to him, and he refused to leave any stone unturned.


    “That’s right. The Wolfpack is run by three top dogs,” Hurst replied. “White Tiger is one. He’s dangerous and unpredictable. Afara is another. The third leader keeps their identity hidden. I managed to get into the Wolfpack’s headquarters because of Afara’s help.”


    A touch of contempt crept into Hurst’s voice. “Afara loves attention, always putting himself out there. He has a reputation for chasing women, so he’s got problems in that area… Let’s just say, things areplicated.”


    After a half hour’s drive, they reached a in apartment building with nothing special about its exterior.


    Upstairs, Hurst led Noah into a simple room and handed over the keys. Noah ignored the surroundings, his thoughts fixed on finding Sadie above all else.


    Both of them spent a good amount of time poring over the steps they would take after entering the headquarters the next morning. They mapped out which paths looked safest and gged corners where security cameras might catch them unaware.


    Hurst could not let the warnings slip from his mind, so he kept repeating the same message—if anything started to go sideways, they had to leave at once. Reckless heroics had no ce in their n. Noah listened intently, memorizing every critical note. Despite that, the tension lingering across his forehead did not ease up.


    Soon, dawn crept into the sky, painting everything with the faint promise of a new day.


    Hurst grabbed the ck medical kit he had packed ahead of time and shot a look in Noah’s direction. “We should get moving. It’s time.” Without a word, Noah fell into step behind him and followed him out. Hardly a soul could be seen on the street at this hour.


    Soon after, a ck car pulled up without a sound, the absence of a license te making it stand out all the more.


    As the window slid down, a tough-looking face appeared, scarred and scowling.


    His re cut straight through Noah, cold and sharp as broken ss. “Dr. Lawson, who’s this?” His tone was rough, and the question hung in the air, heavy with suspicion.


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    Noah knew at once that this man would not be easily convinced. Not missing a beat, Hurst offered a polite smile and strode up, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and holding it out.


    “Morning, Damien. I brought this fellow along to help with Mr. Afara’s condition. His medical skills are top-notch.”


    He spoke in a tone that was both deferential and earnest.


    Damien Scott epted the pack without lighting up. He rolled it in his hand for a moment and scratched at his bald head.


    He continued studying Noah.


    Something about this neer made Damien uneasy, though he could not say exactly what.


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