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Purposefully placed.

And carved next to it—

Another circle.

A closed one.

Trigger whispered, “This wasn’t ‘hello.’ This was a warning.”

“No,” I said, breath turning into frost as I stared at the symbol.

My heart pounded.

“He’s telling us he’s not done.”

Havoc murmured, “Then what is he saying?”

I stared at the symbol.

At the print.

At Nora’s wide, terrified eyes behind the glass.

And I knew.

“He’s saying,” I whispered, “that the game has officially begun.”

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Wolf

Sirens echoed faintly in the distance—backup finally closing in—but I didn’t wait for them. I forced the SUV door open with Havoc’s help, and the second the latch gave way, Nora practically fell into my arms.

She was shaking, breath fractured, eyes wide—but alive.

I pulled her against me hard, one arm around her shoulders, one cupping the back of her head.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured.

She pressed her face into my chest, fingers gripping my shirt with trembling desperation.

Sheriff Tate exhaled shakily beside us. “He was on the roof, Wolf. I heard him. Or one of them.”

I stiffened.

One of them.

Two men.

Two voices.

Two hunters.

That changed everything.

Trigger scanned the rooftops with a flashlight. “No movement now. Whoever was here cleared out fast.”

Saint’s voice crackled through my comm. “Wolf, I’m pulling street feeds—nothing on the north cameras. Whoever did this avoided the angles. Intentionally.”