POV: Sophie
The sudden blast of gunfire shook the clubhouse, the sharp, deafening cracks slicing through the air and ripping me out of whatever fragile calm I had left. The Crows had come, and the fight was here. I could feel the cold grip of fear clutching at my throat, but I didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to panic.
Candy was already moving, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the back, her eyes sharp with urgency. “Come on, we’ve gotta move. Stay low, don’t do anything stupid,” she ordered, her voice low but firm.
I followed her without hesitation, my heart hammering in my chest as the sounds of the fight grew louder. Burn was out there—somewhere in the chaos—and so was Josh. The fear gnawing at me twisted tighter with every step, but I pushed it down, trying to keep my
