The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394

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The motel room smelled faintly of old cigarette smoke and cheap detergent.

Not the kind of place someone like me would normally stay in. The wallpaper was peeling in the corners, the carpet worn thin from years of footsteps, and the single overhead light flickered every few minutes like it was deciding whether it wanted to keep working.

But it was quiet.

And right now, quiet was more valuable than luxury.

I sat on the worn couch across from the desk, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my knees, my attention fixed on the laptop screen glowing in the

dim room. Maps, lists, names, locations-every piece of information my men had managed to dig up in the last several hours was scattered across the

display.

It wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

One of my men stood near the door, phone still in his hand after finishing a call. The tension in his posture told me everything before he even opened his

mouth.

I dragged a hand slowly down my face.

“How many are there?” I asked.

My voice sounded calm, but it wasn’t. It was the kind of quiet that came right before something broke.

He hesitated.

That alone irritated me.

“Ten… maybe fifteen,” he said cautiously. “It’s hard to say exactly. The problem is that there are far more girls moving through the network than we originally thought. The auctions aren’t isolated events. They happen constantly-different locations, different buyers. Every day there are new girls being moved, sold, traded. Tracking all of them is-”

“I don’t fucking care.”

The words came out sharper than the knife on the table beside the laptop.

He stopped immediately.

The room went silent except for the faint hum of the heater rattling against the wall.

I leaned back slowly against the couch, eyes still locked on the screen, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

Aurora’s voice echoed in my head.

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“The other girls… we need to save them.”

She hadn’t hesitated when she said it.

Not even after everything she’d gone through.

Not after being drugged, imprisoned, dragged across continents, auctioned like a piece of property. Even standing there in that mansion, covered in blood

and shaking from the first shift of her life, her first thought hadn’t been revenge.

It had been them.

The girls she left behind.

My jaw tightened.

“She asked for it,” I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else in the room. “So we’re going to do it.”

My man shifted uncomfortably.

“Sir, it’s not that simple. Even if we identify fifteen girls right now, tomorrow there will be twenty more. This operation is bigger than just one house or one

buyer. It’s a network-”

I looked up.

The rest of his sentence died instantly.

“Then we dismantle the network.”

The words settled into the room like a weight.

He stared at me, unsure whether I was serious.

I was.

“We’re not leaving this country,” I continued, leaning forward again, my fingers tapping once against the laptop’s edge. “until every single girl connected to

that system is pulled out of it.”

His eyes widened slightly.

“Sir… that could take weeks.”

Then we stay weeks.”

“Months.”

“Then we stay months

The hesitation on his face turned into something closer to disbelief

“This operation belongs to people far more powerful than the men running those auctions,” he said corefully. “If we start dismantling it piver is niece, we going to attract attention Dangerous attention

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I gave a quiet, humorless laugh.

“Good.”

He blinked.

“You think I care whose attention we attract?” I asked, my voice dropping lower. “Let them come. Let them see exactly what happens when someone touches

what belongs to us.”

The words hung in the air.

What belongs to us.

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