Riley's POV
“Alright, out we go,” Karl grunted, his voice weary but resolute. He helped me down, his grip firm and steady. Vinny, limping slightly but with a relieved grin, was already out, stretching his stiff limbs. Hardin, silent as ever, descended like a shadow, his eyes scanning the pack house. Zoey came to stand beside me, and Dr. Walker seemed to be busy gathering his medical supplies. The rest of the band were also out of their various trucks.
I took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air, letting the familiar scents of HornSide wash over me. A wave of profound relief flushed through me, a feeling so strong it almost brought me to my knees.
But the moment of calm was fleeting. My mind, still a little foggy, sharpened. This wasn't just about survival; it was about presentation.
