MEGAN'S POV
Vance leads us through the back aisles of the building, moving fast but carefully, his eyes constantly scanning for threats.
I'm right behind him, Makayla clutched tightly in my arms and Maverick pressed against my side, his little hand gripping my dress like a lifeline.
My heart's pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, and my wolf is still scratching against me from the inside, demanding to be let out.
‘No,’ I tell her firmly. ‘The twins come first.’
We turn a corner, and Vance stops abruptly in front of what looks like a maintenance door.
He reaches for the handle, and I realize it's a hidden room, probably used for storage or emergencies.
But before he can pull it open, a voice cuts through the air like a blade.
"And where do you think you're going?"
We freeze
