Chapter 162: _Liam is the Imposter

Right now, Rhett found himself slumped behind the wheel of his car that was parked outside the precinct. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, giving a natural glow to the grimness of their pack.

Heaving and steadying his breath, Rhett pushed open the car door and stepped out. The air was cool and washed away the lingering feel of the dream that was still abound on him.

Activity buzzed around the precinct; soldiers milled about, their faces, though grim were content as they sorted through sweeping and had successfully restored order back in the precinct.

He straightened his uniform and headed inside, the clack of his boots against the polished floor echoing through the hallway. Heads turned as he entered and soon, a combination of relief and respect greeted him.

"Gamma Rhett," a young soldier greeted him with a weary smile. "Good to see you back."

"Likewise, Jerek," Rhett nodded, not returning the smile. "Any sign of Farkas yet?"