Drake's Pov
Nicole and I are halfway to my car, the sun climbing higher into the sky and glinting off the windshield. The air is crisp, but the tension between us is palpable. Nicole’s arms are crossed tightly over her chest. If I had to put money on what she is thinking, I would bet it all on Mason and what answers his uncle might hold.
I, composed as ever, keep my eyes on the path ahead. "Once we get to Mason’s pack, let me do the talking. He’s… particular about protocol."
Nicole nods her head, but before she can respond, the sound of hurried footsteps and labored breathing cuts through the calm.
"Drake!" Grace’s voice rings out from behind us, sharp with urgency.
I stop immediately, my hands instinctively moving toward Nicole to try and shield her from whatever is wrong. I turn to
