The compound came alive around us in seconds, riders spilling out of doorways half-dressed, weapons found and readied with the kind of practiced speed that told me this wasn't the first time Iron Reign had been forced to wake up fighting. Ronan pulled me down the hallway at a pace that left no room for questions, his grip firm but careful on my wrist, steering me toward the same reinforced room where they'd stored the returned motorcycle hours earlier.
"Stay in here," he said. "Door locks from the inside. Nobody gets through it who isn't already pack."
"And if it's not pack trying to get through it?"
Not that the question felt entirely rhetorical. I'd spent four days learning exactly how thin the line was between safety and danger in this world, and locked doors had a way of meaning les
