The drive to the eastern border takes twenty minutes that feel like twenty hours.
I'm wedged in the back seat of Kade's SUV between Kieran and a stone-faced warrior named Marcus who looks like he could bench-press a truck. Kade drives with the kind of focused intensity that makes conversation impossible, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Two more vehicles follow behind us, packed with additional security.
The blood bond pulls gently but persistently, a reminder of the invisible leash tying me to the pack house. It's not painful at this distance, just uncomfortable. Like wearing a shirt that's slightly too tight.
"You okay?" Kieran asks quietly, noticing my wince as we hit a pothole.
"Peachy." I stare out the window at the darkening forest. "Just trying to figure out how rogues
