Raven’s POV
The air turned heavy the moment his words left his lips. Raven Kincade. My name. The name I buried. The name that was supposed to stay dead. My crew looked between me and him, confusion sparking in their eyes, but I didn’t flinch. Ghost does not flinch.
I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs slowly, letting the silence stretch until it became awkward. “And why,” I said, my voice coldly, “would the great Alpha of the Iron Howlers come crawling to rogues for help?”
Jax’s eyes locked on mine, and for a split second, I saw hesitation. But he quickly masked it with authority. “Because the Crimson Fangs want her. They won’t stop until Raven Kincade is found. Packs are falling. My pack is next. If I don’t stop them, if I don’t find her, blood will flood the borders.”
I tilte
