Nyx
The hum of the engine filled the silence between us. I sat rigid in the back seat. My body ached, and I could feel blood drying in places after the attack. The night pressed heavy against the tinted windows, broken only by streaks of headlights cutting across the road.
“Take us to the old farmhouse. Off the south road. Stay off the main routes.” Kaelen leaned forward, his tone calm but edged with command.
“Alpha, that place is …” The driver hesitated.
“Do it,” Kaelen cut him off, voice low but sharp enough to slice through any argument. I shifted against the leather seat, eyes flicking toward him. He wasn’t looking at me, but I caught the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers tapped once against his thigh before going still.
A farmhouse. Not the pack house. Not the cold stone c
