Mika
Cain gave the four brothers a brief nod, a silent signal passing between them before he took my hand and guided me toward the door. As we stepped outside, I could hear the soft whine of my wolf, Athena, echoing in my mind, longing for our mates. The moment the cool night air enveloped me, it felt like a balm, washing away the tension I had been carrying.
"We have to move quickly, Mika," Cain said urgently, his voice low but firm, as he led us briskly back to the car. I slid onto the car's floor, seeking the small comfort of invisibility, pressing my body against the cold, hard surface to ensure no one could see my face.
I could feel the moment the car came to a halt. Cain lowered the window, the sound of the mechanism rolling down breaking the stillness of the night. A guard stati
