Derek's POV
I was now in a forested suburb of Seattle.
This place was once set for development, but after the locals moved out, nothing ever got built.
Over time, it just turned into a ghost town—totally abandoned.
In the pouring rain, I saw some old rundown buildings and a couple of crows standing on old power poles.
I didn't come here for travel, obviously. I was leading the shifters of my pack and the mercenary squad I sponsored to the den of Poison and Wolf Shadow.
Gunfire was blasting away, totally wrecking the peace in these woods.
Unbeknownst to them, we had this base surrounded.
In the quiet forest, flames were flickering everywhere.
The shifters of the Black Thorn Pack had been through the Gamma's hardcore training. On the contrary, while those rogues from Poison and Wolf
