Victoria
The chaotic energy at Devil's Lair gradually gave way to focused purpose as Leo and Carson finalized our assault plan. I should have been there with them, but Leo had insisted I take these final hours to put my affairs in order. "Just in case," he'd said, though neither of us wanted to acknowledge what that meant.
I drove back to Howlthorne estate with Tiny as my silent companion, my mind racing through contingency plans. If tonight went wrong—if I didn't return—the pack needed leadership stability.
"You're overthinking," Tiny rumbled from the driver's seat, his eyes never leaving the road.
I glanced at him. "Is it that obvious?"
"Your scent changes when you worry. Gets sharper, like pine needles." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Leo does the same thing."
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