TREVOR’S POV
The sun was low in the sky by the time we left the pack grounds.
Kevin was behind the wheel. Anthony lounged in the backseat, boots propped up on the edge of the window like he wasn’t about to march into enemy territory. Me? I was in the passenger seat. My hands were curled tightly around the hilt of the gun strapped to my thigh.
None of us talked much at first.
We didn’t need to.
We’d been brothers long enough to know what silence meant. The Sanctum was no joke. That place breathed danger. Every wolf knew to stay far from it—but we were heading straight for its heart.
Eventually, Kevin glanced at me. “You sure you're ready for this?”
I snorted. “Was born ready.”
“You say that, but you look like you haven’t slept in days,” Anthony muttered from the back.
I glanced at
