64. Phone Call

As the golden furry wolf moved away, Connor tightened his grip around the hilt of his dagger before taking off. He heard a long howl and knew that Eden was on the trail of new prey. Was the agent petty enough to try and poke it right under the golden wolf's nose? Connor scoffed at the idea. Why not? The Omega proposed it first and was also the one to launch hostilities. He had even established as a rule that anything was allowed. The smile on the officer's lips widened.

He resumed running with not one of the rogues in his sights, but the silky omega fur he hoped to beat down.