She's in There
Striker's POV ...
I knew that wolf. I remembered him well. How could I not? He had been one of the wolves that had killed some of my closest friends.
No, they hadn't been friends-they were my brothers, and that vermin and his alpha had killed them.
To be fair, we had killed many of their men but they had gotten in our way. We were only looking for the girl. If they had just let us pass through, then no bloodshed would have taken place. But for some reason, they felt obligated to 'stop our terror'.
I had been on this case for eight years now. I had been tracking and chasing this girl for nearly a decade. At every corner, she had managed to evade me. And now, somehow, she had found refuge in one of the most unlikely of places.