KENDRICK POV
When I spotted the border patrol, I knew the mission was going to evolve into a war act.
Was I worried about it?
Was I scared?
A bit.
Not for me—never for me.
For my brothers. For my mate. For Katherine.
I knew they were strong. I knew it. Hell, Keegan could kill a man with just his voice if you pushed him hard enough. Kyle could talk someone into setting their own trap and walking right into it. And Kingsley? That silent bastard was ten steps ahead of everyone before the game even began. And Katherine—she was fury incarnate, a goddess of fire walking among wolves.
But it didn’t matter. I was built this way.
Built to care.
Built to plan.
Built to protect.
And I’d be damned if anyone, anyone, laid a finger on what was mine.
The second I saw that flicker of movement
