Chapter 89

• Ian’s POV
• The crescent moon was hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows across the deserted streets as we made our way through the city. The night was quiet, but there was a tension in the air that made my senses sharper, my instincts more alert. I could feel the presence of Jacob and Mike flanking me, their footsteps silent, their expressions grim. We were on a hunt, but this time, our prey wasn’t human.
• “We’re getting close,” Mike muttered, his voice barely a whisper.