Twelve of Damien's wolves came out of the treeline like the rain had the night they threw me out fast, silent, certain.
They'd expected a clubhouse caught sleeping. What they found was Ironfang already moving.
"Celeste inside, behind the bar, don't argue." Cain's voice had gone to the flat command I'd heard him use on Marcus at the gate, the one that left no room in the air for anything but obedience. "Roan, take the left flank. Wren"
"Don't you dare put me in the cellar."
He looked at me for half a second across the chaos of the yard men drawing weapons, engines roaring to life, the patrol closing the last hundred yards and whatever he saw in my face made him change whatever he'd been about to say.
"Then stay behind me," he said. "And if it goes bad, you run for the bikes and you don
