I was on my feet before the headlights finished their first sweep.
Barefoot. Jeans. Tank's knife in my right hand. The adrenaline hit so fast I didn't feel the cold floor, didn't hear my own breathing, didn't think — just moved.
The hallway was chaos in slow motion. Wolf sprinting past me, pulling a cut over bare shoulders. Ghost emerging from medical with a black case in each hand. Jax already at the back door, a shotgun braced against his thigh. Tank filled the front doorway like a wall of concrete, arms loose at his sides, waiting.
Kael's voice cut through everything. "Lights off. Now."
The compound went dark. Somewhere a breaker clicked. The hum of the refrigerator died. Only the headlights outside remained — two sets, maybe three, sweeping the tree line, the gate, the front of the
