NIKOLAI
My pulse pounded in my throat, but I forced my face to remain still. I couldn’t spiral. Not like Tyce. But the truth was, I was just as f*****g scared.
Where are you, Terri?
My fingers twitched toward the switchblade at my hip—an impulsive behavior I hadn’t realized I was doing until I felt the cool metal in my palm. What was I going to do? Cut through my own helplessness?
I ground my teeth. If something happened to her—if she didn’t make it out of this—
NO.
I exhaled sharply through my nose. Get a grip, Volkov. I couldn’t afford to panic. Not now. I forced myself to keep my breathing steady. But my wolf was restless. Prowling inside me.
We waited for Joe to be coherent enough to give us something useful. But he was barely responsive. Every question we asked only got vague,
