The third initiation task comes at sunrise.
Garrett stands at the head of the war room table, tapping a map, like this is just another job. Like he’s not sending me straight into blood territory.
“Two deliveries,” he says. “Redwood Pack—your eldest sister. Silverpine Pack—your middle. Medical supplies out. Weapons cache back.”
My gaze tracks the routes. Mountain roads. Isolated territory. No backup.
Both led by my sisters.
Both know exactly who I am.
Cade’s hand settles at my lower back. Grounding. Steady.
“You don’t have to run this alone.”
“Yes, I do.” I don’t look at him. “Solo run. Club rule.”
River exhales sharply. “After what just happened—”
“After what just happened,” I cut in, meeting his eyes, “they know I can handle myself.”
Garrett nods once. “This isn’t a delivery. I
