"You can fight it all you want, snowflake, but we both know you're not running. Not from us. Not really." - Seth Caine
Rhea's POV:
The rest of the ride to the packhouse was filled with the quads discussing some rogue problem they had dealt with at another pack. Apparently, their solution involved Callum literally ripping out the rogue leader's throat.
My stomach twisted, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to picture the scene.
Jaxon, of course, caught it.
"Scared, sunshine?" His voice was low, teasing, but his gaze was anything but.
I folded my arms across my chest, forcing my voice to stay even. "Let me guess, you're going to tell me I shouldn't be?"
From the passenger seat, Seth twisted around, his grin sharp and almost too pleased with my discomfort.
