Claire's POV
I've done many stupid things in my twenty-seven years of life. Skydiving on a dare. Dating twins simultaneously. Hijacking the school principal's car for a joyride. But sneaking into a werewolf-guarded corporate headquarters with a wounded werewolf heiress while a psychopathic Alpha is hunting them? This definitely tops the list.
"This is insane," I mutter, adjusting the night-vision goggles I'd found in my grandfather's collection. The damn things press uncomfortably against my forehead, but they're keeping us alive. "If we survive this, I'm demanding a tropical vacation. With cocktails. Many, many cocktails."
Kira crouches beside me in the underbrush, watching the Richardson Industries building through binoculars. Despite her injury, she moves with surprising grace—her wolf cle……
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