Dawn Church lasted forty minutes.
I sat in the common room with Wolf, neither of us speaking. He shuffled a deck of cards without looking at them, the rhythm automatic — shff, shff, tap. Ghost was in the medical room checking on Cole. Tank stood by the front door, arms crossed, watching the tree line.
When the chapel door opened, Kael came out first. His face gave nothing away. Jax followed, and unlike Kael, his face gave everything — sharp satisfaction, the kind a man wore when he'd been told he could hurt someone and wasn't being asked to wait.
"We hit them tonight," Kael said. "Jax has point. Tank, Ghost — you're with him. Wolf, you're on the gate. No one gets in." His silver eyes found me. "You're in the medical room. If anyone comes back bleeding, you keep them alive."
"Understood
