We loaded up into the cars again and got out of there as fast as possible.
No one wanted to linger. Not with warriors still pacing the pack grounds, eyes burning with rage and disbelief, some of them half shifted, others barely holding themselves together. The pack felt like a live wire behind us, vibrating with anger and confusion. I wasn’t interested in testing whether grief or blind loyalty would push them into doing something reckless.
We had what we came for.
The rest was damage control.
I slid into the passenger seat beside Noah, the door slamming shut with a final, solid sound that echoed louder than it should have. Alpha Kingston and Luna Kimberly were shoved into the back seat of the reinforced vehicle directly behind us, the kind designed specifically for containment. No door
