The road to Alpha Davis's territory felt endless.
Martha sat in the back of the new car, another set of leather straps around her wrists, another warrior across from her with a rifle resting against his knee. The Snow Moon escort was gone. Every uniform around her now carried Alpha Davis's crest.
Night pressed against the windows. The headlights cut a pale tunnel through the dark forest. Trees slid by like tall shadows.
“Stop staring out there," the warrior across from her said. “You're making me nervous."
“I'm the one chained," Martha replied. “You're the one holding a gun. Who should be nervous?"
He shrugged, unimpressed.
“Orders are simple," he said. “Deliver the bride. Keep her breathing. Don't let her run."
“Sounds like you're transporting a package," she said.
“To Alpha, you'
