Aaron's POV.
I didn’t raise my voice when the sirens arrived.
I didn’t need to.
The pack moved instantly. Fast. Efficient. No questions. Muscle memory. Elias was already pulling two men aside, Lucas was giving clipped instructions into his phone, letting it carry over the radios without explanation. Someone...one of the uniformed officers...stepped forward and carefully took the gun from Maeve’s hand. Not like she didn’t know how to use it. Not like it was disrespect. But like they recognized her skill, and her place in all this.
Because they weren’t just cops. I knew that. They were wolves. Wolves in uniform. Ravenswood wolves. My wolves. Loyal. Bound by law and by blood. By necessity.
The tied men started shouting the moment the sirens drew closer. Threats. Promises. Laughter that
