Octavia's Point of View
The trees grow denser the farther we go, tall evergreens crowding the roadside like sentries. The road bends and twists more now, leading us deeper into Noctwyn territory. My stomach knots tighter with every mile we cover.
Eli shifts beside me, leaning forward to peer out the windshield. “How much farther?”
“Ten minutes,” Rafael answers, his voice steady but low. He has not taken his eyes off the road in nearly an hour. His grip on the wheel is tighter again, he feels the weight of this arrival as much as I do.
Jace glances at him, then at me in the rearview mirror. “We should be ready for anything. If the pack is still reeling, they might not know what to do with the sudden appearance of three truckloads of future alphas and betas.”
Eli hums in agreement. “The
