Rafe’s POV
The engine noise was the only sound I liked at this hour.
That deep, bone-vibrating growl was steady, honest, unlike the mess boiling in my head.
We rode in silence, four bikes cutting through the empty highway, dawn painting the sky in streaks of ash and blood. My hands gripped the bars harder than necessary. The wind couldn’t rip Evelynn’s face from my mind. The way she’d looked last night -wrecked, yes, but more than that. Like she’d stopped fighting, let herself belong to us, even if just for one night.
I should’ve stayed. Should’ve been there when she opened her eyes. But the Alpha called, and when he called, you didn’t ignore him.
The clubhouse loomed at the edge of town, an old mill turned fortress. Our banners hung from the rafters - black leather, white wolf sigil,
