The sound of motorcycles roaring into the compound made my jaw clench. I was still covered in dirt and blood from the fight with Joseph. Still feeling the weight of my pack's doubt.
Jordan pulled up first, followed by Malachai. The third bike carried two people.
Calla.
My wolf went wild the second I saw her. Relief and rage crashed together in my chest like a f*****g storm.
She was safe. But she'd disobeyed me.
"Found her about two miles out," Jordan said, pulling off his helmet. His usual grin was nowhere to be found. "Taking a nice little stroll."
The betrayal hit me like a punch to the gut. I'd told her to stay put. Told her to lock the door.
She'd ignored me completely.
"She said she doesn't take orders from you," Malachai added. His voice was flat, but I could hear the frustr
