Cole's POV
I didn’t waste time buttoning the rest of my shirt. I pulled the fabric over my shoulders and left it hanging open as I walked down the hall.
My boots struck each tile with steady thuds. I wasn’t in the mood for patience, not with Landon here. The guard had said he arrived with a full convoy. Landon never traveled light, and he never traveled without a purpose.
As soon as I stepped outside, the compound was restless. Guards moved quickly between posts, speaking in low voices. Pack members stood clustered in corners, looking toward the row of black vehicles that lined the entrance. The engines were off, but I could still feel the weight of their presence. Every door was tinted, every corner guarded.
Landon always wanted an audience.
I walked through the murmuring crowd. The
