Millie-Rose POV
The fire alarm I triggered at the restaurant was still echoing faintly behind me as I ran, my breath burning in my chest. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
The fear that Alpha Braham might be right behind me was enough to keep my legs moving. I turned corner after corner until the city noise faded into the low hum of trucks idling on the outskirts of town.
The air smelled like oil, rust and exhaust. Rows of vans and trucks filled the open lot, drivers talking loudly in Spanish, smoke from cigarettes curling into the dim light.
I ducked behind an oil drum, clutching my purse to my chest. My hands were shaking so hard the leather slipped from my grip and I picked it up immediately. Thankfully no one noticed me.
He had found me. Not just found my trail…he was there. In the
