HAYES
The drive to the northern border took twenty minutes. Nobody spoke inside the SUV. Killan drove fast over the rough dirt, throwing up loose gravel behind us. I sat stiffly, keeping my eyes on the girl sitting next to me, but she refused to look back at me.
Ciara pressed herself flat against the far door, her knees pulled up to her chest. Every time the car hit a bump and my shoulder accidentally brushed hers, she flinched and trembled under her oversized sweater. The sweet scent of her omega wolf was completely twisted with the sharp smell of terror.
Kyle was scratching aggressively at my mind. “She thinks we are the enemy,” he growled inside my head. “We killed the beast that threatened her at the banquet last night. Why does she look at us like we are the ones who want to rip h
