Third POV
The sleek black SUV rolled to a stop at the edge of a dense forest on the outskirts of Ironhound territory. Lucas cut the engine and peered through the windshield at the rocky terrain ahead of them.
“This is it?” Percival asked, his weathered face creased with skepticism.
Lucas nodded. “According to the coordinates Felix gave us.”
The drive through Ironhound Pack lands had been faster than expected. Alpha Joseph had granted them special permission to cross directly through their territory—a rare courtesy that saved them valuable time. Now they faced what appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary hillside with scattered cave openings.
“Hard to believe this is where they’d keep a research facility,” Percival muttered, opening the passenger door.
Lucas stepped out into the crisp air. “The best hideouts are the ones that don’t look like one.”
