**Chapter 28 **
The road stretched empty in both directions.
I sat in the truck's passenger seat, Knox driving, the other four crammed in the back with supplies and weapons and the nervous energy of wolves who didn't know what they were hunting. Damon had stayed behind—to guard the territory, to negotiate with Silverpaw, to give us space to search without his fear shadowing every step.
"Where exactly are we going?" Jax asked for the third time. His knee bounced against the seat, his fingers drummed a rhythm on his thigh, his patience already frayed two hours into the drive.
"North," Knox said. "The old territories. Where omegas used to gather before the packs fragmented."
"Used to," Cole repeated. His voice was flat. "Key words."
"Used to means maybe still," Zane said quietly. He sat
