The moment my feet hit the ground outside the packhouse, I knew we weren’t going to make it out without a fight.
Warriors were already moving, blocking the path to the forest, surrounding the car we’d driven in. My father had planned for this—planned for me to try and run.
But he hadn’t planned for me to burn everything down on my way out.
“Asher,” I gasped, my fingers tightening around his.
“I know.” His grip was like steel, his breathing ragged. His wolf was close to the surface, barely restrained. “We have to split up.”
“No.” The word was a snarl, torn from my throat. “We stay together.”
But the warriors were closing in. We didn’t have time to argue.
And then Dottie’s voice rang out, sharp as a blade. “Ava, don’t do this!”
I spun to face her, my pulse hammering. “Don’t do what,
