Aisha didn’t pack a bag.
She didn’t call anyone.
She didn’t even lock her door.
The knock came just before dawn—harder this time, urgent enough to jolt her upright from the couch where she’d spent the night staring at nothing.
When she opened the door, it wasn’t Callen.
It was two men she’d seen before. Not clearly—always at a distance. Watching. Guarding.
“Aisha,” one of them said carefully, like her name was something fragile. “We need you to come with us.”
Her pulse spiked. “Why?”
“Because the rogues know you know now,” the other answered. “And because the Alpha asked us to bring you somewhere safe.”
Her stomach twisted at the word Alpha.
She hesitated only a second before stepping back inside to pull on her coat. She didn’t argue. She didn’t ask more questions.
She was tired
