Elijah
Tonight was the night we had been waiting for.
The night hope stopped being a fragile thing I carried in my chest and finally became something sharp enough to cut with.
Chloe—my mate, my miracle—was alive. That knowledge alone would have been enough to fuel a lifetime of war. But I also had my brother back. Heath was alive. Breathing. Fighting.
Tonight wasn’t just about rescue.
It was about vengeance.
Not only for our bloodline—but for every pack that had been torn apart, sold, and broken.
“Remember,” Marcus said, his voice calm but iron-hard as he met each of our gazes, “first priority is getting our people to safety. Second—” his lips curled, “—we wipe these cowardly scumbags off the map.”
I nodded. We all did.
I owed Marcus more than words could ever cover. He’d given us
