“Are you seriously coming with us?" Bryant asked, checking the tranquilizer rounds in his side holster.
Caroline zipped up her field jacket. “It's my call. My evidence. My risk."
“You're the Alpha's daughter."
“Exactly," she said, sliding a dagger into her boot. “So no one outranks me on this transport."
Bryant frowned but said nothing.
The convoy rumbled through the forest under cover of night. Five armored SUVs, Rosalie in the back seat of the center vehicle—cuffed, silent, eyes sharp despite the sedatives.
Caroline rode in the front passenger seat. Bryant drove.
“I thought she'd be more scared," she murmured, watching Rosalie through the rearview mirror.
“She thinks someone will silence her before she ever talks," Bryant replied.
“Because Mason's allies won't let her talk."
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