**Ravyn**
“Everyone’s in place,” Alpha Blackwood confirmed, ending his final call. “Six packs, thirty-six fighters, all positioned around the warehouse complex. They’ll stay hidden until you give the signal.”
Ravyn nodded, checking the silver pendant at her throat one more time. Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind: *You bring it back to me.* She intended to keep that promise.
“Let’s head out,” she said.
As they reached the door, Grayson caught her hand, spinning her around to face him. Before she could ask what he was doing, his hands cupped her face and he kissed her.
It wasn’t tentative or questioning like their touches had been before. This was certain, claiming, desperate. Like he was trying to pour everything he felt for her into that one moment—protection, affection, the
