The Grey District was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that happens when the rats stop running and the wind holds its breath.
Kaito stood at the end of the alley. His back against the brick. His breath misting in the cold.
The Wanderer was big. Twice the size of the others. Claws like railroad spikes. Teeth made of shattered glass. It blocked the path home.
It growled. The sound vibrated in Kaito's chest.
Big one. Kuro noted. Do not use me. I am not a battering ram.
Kaito reached into his jacket. He bypassed the Ace. He went deeper. To the custom suit. The King of Fangs.
The card was heavy. Warm. It pulsed like a heartbeat.
Fenrir.
He threw the card. It did not fly. It landed at his feet. It exploded into light. White. Gold. Blue.
The wolf materialized.
Large. Massive. Shoulder height reaching Kaito's waist. Fur like steel wool. Eyes burning with blue fire. Claws clicking on the pavement.
Fenrir sniffed the air. He sniffed Kaito. He sniffed the Wanderer.
