The wind howled as Ethan slipped into the shadows, his steps silent against the forest floor. The moon cast a silver sheen over the trees, but Ethan barely noticed, his eyes were sharp, his body taut like a coiled spring. Somewhere in these woods, Julian Hart's threat loomed, and Ethan intended to end it.
His earpiece crackled.
"East perimeter. Movement confirmed. One suspect heading uphill, the other circling back."
Elijah's voice was steady, but even he sounded rattled.
"Hold your position," Ethan muttered. "I'll intercept."
With trained precision, he veered left, darting between trees, moving like a ghost. His mind raced, Julian had a photo from inside the property. That meant someone had breached the perimeter, possibly even stepped inside while they were vulnerable.
But how?
His phone buzzed once.
A message from an unknown number:
"Tick tock, Ethan. You're not the only wolf in the woods tonight."
