ACE
The highway stretched endlessly ahead, but my mind was already at Morrison's territory. Marcus sat shotgun, his knuckles white as he gripped the door handle. Behind us, three SUVs carried my most trusted warriors.
"You sure about this?" Marcus asked for the third time.
"It's a trap." I kept my eyes on the road. "I've known since the moment Kayla called."
"Then why the hell are we driving straight into it?"
"Because sometimes the only way out is through."
My phone buzzed. A text from one of the neighboring Alphas: *In position. Waiting for your signal.*
Good. The pieces were falling into place.
"Ace." Marcus's voice was strained. "If this goes sideways—"
"It won't."
"You don't know that."
"I know Morrison. He's arrogant. He'll want to face me himself, prove his dominance." I
