Olivia
“Tonight?” Nathan’s voice echoed with a mix of disbelief and apprehension, his eyes widening in response to my resolve.
“Yes, tonight,” I said firmly, even as my own doubts swirled deep within. “Every moment we wait, we risk running out of time. If Ryan plans another attack, our pack could be in serious trouble.”
Nathan’s fingers tightened on my arm. The dim light of the room flickered, casting his chiseled face into sharp relief.
“But Liv,” he began, his voice laced with a plea, “that doesn’t mean you rush headlong into this, especially when you’re hurt. Don’t worry about the pack. We’re prepared in case Ryan comes back, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue tonight.”
I looked down at my leg, the evidence of our recent encounter still evident in the raw, bruised
