Aiden's Point of View
I pace the length of my office like a caged animal, the old wooden floor creaking beneath my boots with every turn. My eyes flick to the clock on the wall, it has been two and a half hours since Drake called. They should have been here by now.
A tight knot forms in my gut, twisting with each passing minute. Something is wrong. I can feel it like a storm pressing against the edges of my skin. I told Drake this was a bad idea, dragging Hazel back into our world. And now they are late.
I grab my phone and keys from the desk, heart thudding against my ribs. Enough waiting.
As I storm out of the office and push through the front doors of the pack house, the harsh afternoon light stings my eyes. I’m halfway down the porch steps when I hear the low rumble of an engine ap
