The safe house erupted into controlled chaos the moment the widow's call ended. One hour. That was all we had before the ritual at the old Silver Moon pack house began and the engineered hybrid pup accelerated into a weapon built from my stolen blood. I stood in the center of the room, wet red dress clinging to every curve, surgeon's coat dripping onto the concrete floor. Leo slept safely in the secured side room, guarded by two trusted prospects, but his safety felt paper-thin.
Ryker paced like a caged predator, golden eyes blazing. "We ride now. Full force. I'll tear the widow apart before she pushes that thing out."
Jax slammed a fresh magazine into his pistol, stepping too close to me, his body heat cutting through the chill of my damp clothes. "Not that simple. The old pack is a f
