Rowan’s POV
The sun was too damn bright for blood.
Middle of the day, yet it felt wrong...like the light shouldn’t exist for what was about to happen. My pack and I had been waiting behind the crumbling walls of the old mill. The plan was simple: Ayla lures Kai in, we spring the trap, and I end this once and for all.
But things didn’t go that way. Not even close.
I heard the c***k first...the sound of Kai’s hand meeting her face...and then the thud as her body hit the ground. My stomach dropped. Beck swore under his breath and bolted forward, scooping Ayla into his arms before I could even breathe. She was limp. Unconscious.
And then Kai stepped into view, wiping blood off his lip like nothing had happened. Smug. Smiling.
He’d seen through it. He knew.
“s**t,” I muttered, rage crawl
