FLYNN P.O.V.
The moment Stanton slams the car into park, my adrenaline surges as I leap out, racing towards my room in the pack house. The sounds of concern from other pack members fade into a dull thrum as I dash through the familiar halls, their worried gazes piercing me like arrows, but I can't stop. The urgency drives me onwards.
I lock the door behind me, a fragile barrier against the chaos in my head. I grab my phone, heart pounding like a war drum, and begin to blow up Tristian's number. My fingers tremble as the screen lights up with each attempt, the fear bubbling up inside me like a boiling pot ready to spill over.
“Hang on, bro! Let me go outside!” Tristian’s voice blares through the phone, startling me into holding it away from my ear. “What’s going on, Flynn?”
“I need you
