Easton
By the time the sun started bleeding orange across the horizon, nobody in the Gold Pack had slept.
Not really.
The warriors had rotated patrols through the night, Braxton had moved his mother and Eva somewhere secure, and every officer on duty had been checked twice before being allowed near anything sensitive. It should have made me feel better.
It didn’t.
Because Arianna’s father could become anyone.
That changed every damn rule.
I stood in the briefing room staring at the map while Gavin paced restlessly inside me. The room smelled like stale coffee and exhaustion. Half-empty cups covered the table, reports were scattered everywhere, and someone had brought in breakfast hours ago that nobody had touched.
Arianna sat across the room with her arms folded tightly around hers
