Evelynn POV
Brick walls scarred with age, steel beams glinting under floodlights, windows glowing amber. Music bled through the walls - low, heavy, thrumming bass. Laughter carried, sharp and raw. Shouts, clatter of glass. A den. A fortress. A kingdom.
My wolf stirred restlessly. "Home. Ours."
The car door groaned when I shoved it open. Cold air hit, sharp with oil, smoke, and wolf scent. Rafe was already there, hand closing around the strap of my bag before I could even reach for it. His eyes cut to mine, a command wrapped in silence. You walk in. We’ve got the rest.
Maddox barked orders to two riders, his voice cutting through the night. “Take him. Build the pyre. Tonight.” They moved fast, careful hands lifting the body of the fallen packmate, respect heavy in every motion. My ches
