SLOANE
My heart was about to slip clean out of my chest when the wall gave a loud rumble.
The sound was deep, mechanical, echoing through the stone corridor in a way that made my entire body go rigid. Metal grinding against metal somewhere inside the walls.
This was it. Finally, I was going to die.
All my efforts trying to protect Cade, trying to survive in a pack I was never supposed to belong to in the first place—all of it was about to end right here. Right now. In a corridor that smelled like dust, blood, fear.
For a few minutes, I didn't even regret it.
I thought I'd be terrified in those final seconds. Thought I'd beg, scream, fight tooth and nail against whatever came through that wall. Instead, all I felt was a weird kind of peace settling over me like a blanket. As long as
