Jace's POV
Derek's call ended, and I was already moving before I had time to think about what came next.
“Call Church.” I said.
“Already doing it.” Derek said.
I grabbed my jacket from the chair and followed him through the garage, while members began appearing from every direction as the message spread.
Church wasn't supposed to happen this late. That alone told everyone something was wrong.
Within minutes, every available patched member was heading toward the main room of the clubhouse, and the usual conversations disappeared beneath the sound of boots crossing the floor and chairs being dragged into position.
Mason entered first, followed by Ethan and several other members who had been nearby.
“How many?” Mason asked.
“Derek is still getting the numbers.” I said.
“And the fam
