KADE
I felt it before it happened.
My wolf had been restless the entire ride, pacing and growling low at the back of my mind the way he only did when something wasn't right, and I had been watching the driver for the last ten minutes, cataloguing every small wrong thing.
The way his shoulders sat too high. The way he checked the mirror too often and not in the way drivers did when they were watching traffic.
The route itself. An attack in Ashwood last night that I had not been notified about through a single mind link from anyone in the pack.
That alone was enough. No attack in Ashwood happened without me knowing within minutes. Someone had fed him that line to use and he had used it without knowing I would pull at the thread.
When the bang hit and the rear window exploded inward m
