The drive home felt like years.
Tamara sat in the backseat, staring at nothing. Her mother's screams echoed in her head. Twelve years. Twelve years of endless pain. And Tamara had to leave her there.
Lilith drove. Jeremy sat shotgun, texting Marcus updates. Nobody talked about Smith. Nobody talked about how Kai's brother was now their enemy.
They reached pack territory as the sun came up. But even daylight couldn't hide it anymore—the c***k across the moon. Black like someone had split the sky with a marker.
The pack house was chaos.
"Where's Smith?" Kai met them at the door. His eyes immediately found Tamara, checking for injuries.
"Gone." The word hurt to say. "Kai, your brother—"
"I know." His jaw was tight. "Twelve wolves left in the night. Took weapons. Food. Three cars. They
