Damien POV
Ready? I push through the mind-link to Lucas as we slip through the graveyard, using the gravestones and overgrown bushes as cover.
Once we hit the bus stop, we move fast. Too much open space, I order as we pause at the final stretch of concealment before the road yawns wide and exposed ahead of us.
Understood, Alpha, Lucas answers without hesitation.
He knew his role. I knew mine.
Get Dominique back where he belonged safe in his mother’s arms.
I signal Lucas forward. We explode into motion, crossing the road in a blur of speed, unseen and unheard. Lucas veers toward the rear of the pub while I angle for the front entrance.
Staying low, I test the door. Locked from the inside.
I don’t hesitate. My elbow drives into the glass, shattering it with a sharp crack. I reach thr
