We leave at sunset.
It feels wrong—leaving Blackthorn Pack the night before the Council revelation. Like I’m abandoning the fight at its most crucial moment.
But logic wins over pride.
If Ashcroft makes a desperate move when the evidence is revealed tomorrow, I don’t want Asher anywhere near it.
The convoy arrives exactly on schedule—three matte-black SUVs and one armored transport from the Alpha King’s compound. The vehicles look less intimidating than they did the first time I saw them. Maybe because I’m not arriving broken and desperate this time.
I’m arriving by choice.
Asher is thrilled.
“Are we going on another adventure?” he asks as I buckle him into the backseat.
“Short one,” I answer. “Two nights. Then we come home.”
Home.
The word doesn’t hurt anymore.
Kade stands outs
