BRAHAM'S POV
"We shouldn't have gone."
Renan said it quietly as we merged onto the highway, but I heard the doubt in his voice. The same doubt that had been gnawing at me since we'd made the decision earlier.
"We had to go," I said, pressing harder on the accelerator. The speedometer climbed past eighty-five. "Millie needed us there."
"The pack needs you at the gathering. On time. Proving you can prioritize them." He checked his watch. "We left the courthouse at 3:10. It's now 3:42. Even if we make record time, we're looking at arriving thirty minutes, maybe forty five minutes late."
"I know the math, Renan."
"Do you know what Roy's going to do with that? He's been waiting for you to f**k up exactly like this. To choose Millie over pack responsibility at the worst possible moment." H
