The drive back to the Maxwell mansion passed in tense silence, each of us processing the horrific discoveries we'd made. Through our bond, I could feel my mates' fury, a cold, calculated rage that promised retribution. Alpha Maxwell sat beside the driver, his weathered hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles had gone white.
I stared out the window, watching the landscape blur past as Diamond paced restlessly in my mind. Somewhere out there was my brother, a boy who had never known freedom or family, raised to be a weapon by the same people who had murdered our parents.
"We'll find him," Kane murmured, his hand covering mine where it rested on my knee. "I swear it."
I nodded, unable to find words adequate to express the storm of emotions churning inside me. Grief for the brother
