Evelynn’s POV
The night smelled like iron, fuel and smoke.
I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles aching. The headlights carved a thin silver path through the dark as the car ate the miles. In the rearview mirror, the shape in my backseat didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. One of theirs - one of ours now - wrapped in leather and blood. His body shifted with each bump in the road, and every time it did my stomach twisted like it was my own brother lying there.
Ahead, four bikes rode in formation, their taillights a steady, pulsing red. Rafe, Calder, Maddox, Jax - the brothers. Mine. Wolves born of fire and metal, their engines were low, furious heartbeats pounding out a song that promised vengeance. Behind me, more bikes thundered, twenty strong, a wall of sound and fury escorting me like a
