Irina
Cold focus had settled within me. I’d locked up the feelings that threatened to overtake me and anchored in on my mission.
Retrieve Quinn.
I returned to the pack house and liberated a large selection of weapons from Alec’s room. It took me a few minutes as I regulated my breathing on the threshold of his room. His scent hung heavily in the air, and my grief threatened to overwhelm me. I grabbed my leather jacket with all its weapon pockets and dug out a spare phone. I transplanted my sim card as my crushed one was no more. Grady and Duncan were in the common room when I came down.
“Where the hell are you going, Irina?” Grady rounded on me.
“Hunting.” I shouldered my crossbow.
“Tell me you aren’t going alone?” Duncan ran his hands through his hair, which was stuck up at ang
