I stared out the car window as the dark countryside blurred past. We'd left the mansion in a rush with Elias barking orders to the betas while I packed a small bag, my hands shaking as I whispered the location of Lucy.
"I told her to wait at home for us," I sighed.
We'd driven there in tense silence, only to find the place empty, Lucy's scent faint and leading back toward pack lands. Elias had cursed under his breath, wheeling the SUV around without a word. Now, on the ride home, the moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery light on the winding roads, mocking the chaos of the day.
My body ached from the earlier interrogation—the insults still echoing: "Lowly omega maid," "Ignorant whelp," "Filthy meddler." I'd borne it all, swallowing the humiliation like bitter medicine, but E
