Yuri’s POV
Drake was in the driver’s seat, and I sat in the passenger side—shotgun—staring out the window as we drove toward Duluth. From there, we’d use the port to teleport to Alaska, cutting down the travel time. The silence stretched between us, heavy, until Drake broke it.
“I’m surprised you didn’t stay with Night Pack,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.
“I’m worried about my family being in your clan,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
He glanced at me, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. “You’re part of the clan,” he reminded me firmly.
I nodded, though it was still hard to wrap my mind around it. The truth? It felt foreign to acknowledge that I belonged to his clan now.
“I thought there was… another reason,” he said, his voice t
