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    Afara was a master maniptor, calcting and merciless in ways that made him a formidable enemy.


    “That cunning bastard, Afara!” Fury zed in Hurst’s voice as he spat the words through clenched teeth. “He outmaneuvered us, even managing to fool Emerson himself.”


    Their defeat this time had been absolute and humiliating.


    Beyond failing to rescue Sadie, Noah bore wounds from the efforts, and Afara had even managed to flee with the most crucial item.


    Noah’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer, frost gathering in his stare. “Members of the Wolfpack are never to be taken lightly.”


    Silence settled between them like a heavy shroud.


    The truth was undeniable. Anyone who survived in that brutal world long enough to reach the top possessed skills that made them extremely dangerous adversaries.


    This round had ended with them trailing behind, Sadie still trapped, and Noah bleeding from their failed attempt.


    The weight of Sadie’s continued captivity pressed down on Hurst’s chest like a stone.


    Yet Noah’s inner turmoil ran far deeper than what showed on hisposed surface.


    While Afara certainly posed a significant threat, the real nightmare that haunted Noah’s sleepless nights was Emerson himself.


    Sadie, trapped under Emerson’s roof, would face a warped version of fatherly love that was nothing more than a suffocating cage of maniption.


    The image of her enduring that monster’s twisted affection alone sent waves of agony through his chest, making each breath feel like swallowing broken ss.


    Compared to that torment, the throbbing wound on his arm felt like nothing.


    Studying Noah’s rigid profile, Hurst spoke in a gentle tone. “We lost several good people today. Moving forward, we’ll need to be even more careful.”


    Noah remained motionless, offering only the slightest nod as his gaze stayed locked on the glittering cityscape beyond the window, his eyes as cold and imprable as ck ice.


    Somewhere in that maze of lights, he would find his answer. Whatever it took, he would bring Sadie home safe and sound, untouched by the darkness that surrounded her.


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    Hurst’s brow creased as he struggled to piece together a fragmented memory.


    All at once, he struck his thigh with sudden realization.


    “Wait, I just remembered something.”


    Uncertainty flickered across his features, though urgency burned bright in his expression. “Back at my apartment, before all that chaos, I got this weird message. It mentioned the warehouse at West Port.


    Think it could be important? Should I check it out?”


    Noah weighed the possibilities in careful silence.


    This could easily be bait, a carefullyid snare from either Afara or Emerson.


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