**Chapter 15: First Revenge Step**
We hit the Caldwell hunting grounds just before dawn.
The sky was the color of a fresh bruise, and the air tasted like pine, gunpowder, and vengeance.
Victor cut the engines half a mile out. Twenty Blackthorn wolves melted into the trees on silent feet, shifting as they moved—black fur, silver fur, gray—until the forest was full of ghosts with glowing eyes.
I stayed human a little longer, heart hammering, Victor’s hand locked around mine.
He leaned in, lips brushing my mating mark. “Remember the plan.”
I nodded. My job was simple: get inside the main cabin, plant the drive Jax had given me, and get out. The drive held every scrap of evidence we’d collected since the crash—bank records, texts, the dash-cam footage, Lisa’s private messages bragging ab
