~Valeria~
Alerion's car sat in the driveway like some kind of dark omen with its engine already running.
He was leaning against the driver's side door in a crisp black suit that made him look less like my stepbrother and more like someone about to attend a funeral. Or cause one.
"Ready?" he asked when he saw me approaching.
I wanted to say no. Wanted to say I'd changed my mind, that we should run away and never look back. That facing down my homicidal stepfather surrounded by an entire pack of wolves who wanted to watch me die was maybe not the best life choice I'd ever made.
But instead I just nodded. "Ready."
Inside the car, Caius sat in the passenger seat reviewing his notes one last time, Zane and Lysander were in the back, and Carson had apparently claimed the third row, his swo
