Our mate.
Our queen.
And the pack she had bled for—had been betrayed by—was about to learn exactly what it meant to leave a goddess bleeding.
I turned from the window and went to grab the tactical map from the table. Spread it across the kitchen island with trembling fingers. Not from fear. From anticipation. From barely-leashed rage.
Shadow was pacing inside me now, his growl a constant pressure against my ribs.
Protect. Avenge. Burn them down.
I traced a finger over the outer rim of the Bloodhound territory. “We go in at Midnight. Quiet. In pairs. If they see us coming, we abort and extract with Gunter.”
“Not happening,” Keegan muttered. “I don’t care if they light the sky with flares. I’m not leaving that place until I have Jonas’s f*****g spine in my hand.”
“We can’t lose focus
