The single engine rumbled closer, cutting through the quiet dawn like a warning. I stood on the porch, the photograph still clutched in my hand. The cracked tower and broken gate stared back at me from the image — the same ones we had just left behind at Raven’s Keep. Whoever was coming wasn’t trying to hide.
Jax stepped out beside me, pistol already in hand. “Stay behind me,” he said, voice low and commanding. His shoulder brushed mine, protective heat cutting through the morning chill.
Knox appeared from the garage, rifle ready, his movements sharp with barely contained fury. “If it’s more Reapers, we end this now.”
Ryder moved to my other side, calm despite the fresh strain on his bandaged side. “It’s only one bike. They want us to see them coming.”
Dad joined us on the porch, his f
