The alarm blaring from the speakers startled me from listening to the slow, shallow breaths that Bailey was taking just above me.
Another pack had been attacked. At this point, it was like clockwork.
When Draven began his little scheme, it was sloppy at best. He’d send in his f****d up men, who most of the time failed the task, but not without getting vital information first. Every man that went in had a time stamp on their life.
And with every small attack; Draven plotted more meticulously until he’d figured out the perfect pattern. Once he had the pattern down, then came the weaponry.
He’d managed to somehow outsmart everyone because they underestimated a rogue. They underestimated his ability to track down some of the worlds most lethal weaponry.
But what he didn’t know, is th
