The world was gunfire, screaming, and the crushing weight of two bodies pinning me into gravel.
But my mind?
Cold. Clear. Calculating.
Korr was dead because somebody didn’t want me to hear the truth.
Which meant the truth was worse than anything he’d said out loud.
“Get off me.”
My voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
River’s hand tightened on my shoulder. “Laney—”
“Now.”
They moved.
Because they knew that tone.
The one that said I wasn’t asking.
I shoved to my feet, gravel biting into my palms, and my wolf surged so hard under my skin I felt the pressure of claws, bone, and rage threatening to break through.
Not a full shift.
Just enough.
Enough that every wolf on my land felt it.
Gunfire stopped.
Engines idled.
Ashwood went still.
I didn’t look at Korr’s body.
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