SLOANE
We were back at the pack in one piece, exhausted but alive. Vera sat beside me in York's vehicle the entire ride back, neither of us speaking much. We'd still managed to do what we needed despite everything going sideways. The man known as York had offered his help genuinely, giving me his private number, telling me to call anytime.
Damon had told me over the phone not to trust York enough to bring him back to pack territory though. Too risky inviting strangers into our home when we already had problems. So we didn't. York's men dropped us at the border, watched until we crossed safely, then disappeared.
The moment we reached the mansion, Damon was the very first person to rush out to meet us. He must have been watching from the windows, waiting. He pulled me into his arms tightl
