Luis Caddel knew that he was being tracked, but the damage had already been done because his men were brainless enough to give Nikolai an upper hand.
For the first time since he made an appearance at the burnt-down church, he left Haines.
The location of the headquarters was only a few cities away, one that took him a short flight. It was what made the existence of Haines such an eyesore.
The cities around it were old and rich with culture, run by Alpha bloodlines that dated back to when Packs still existed.
Luis was completely unpeturbed, despite the huge red and white bull-eye stuck on his back. He had lived all his life as a hitman, dangerous situations were just like sleeping for him.
Choosing to work for the High Council had been another dangerous decision, one that garnered him more enemies than he already had.
