Lucian
I slid into the driver’s seat of the car my brother had insisted we had to have when we reclaimed our pack. I thought the old truck the pack kept to haul supplies was sufficient, but Kieran was adamant and I saw no harm in indulging him.
Several years and packs later, I had to admit that the car was fun to drive.
Kieran loaded our suitcases and Zara’s backpack into the trunk, and then slid into the passenger seat. Zara took the backseat without complaint. She seemed excited, almost jubilant. I was worried.
“What if this is a ploy?” I sent to Kieran over our mental link.
“You think it’s a trap?” Kieran sent back.
“No, it’s unlikely,” I sent, “The other Alphas and the Rogues are unlikely to know what a private investigator even is, let alone be able to predict which ones Zara w
