Modric’s POV
I started the truck harder than necessary.
The engine roared beneath us, and the vehicle pulled away from the ruined road while Ironclaw warriors cleared the fallen tree behind us. Mary Ann sat beside me with her injured shoulder wrapped in torn cloth and her hands folded tightly in her lap.
She was alive.
That should have been enough to calm me.
It was not.
Every time I glanced at her, I saw the rogue standing over her with a raised blade. I saw blood on her cloak. I felt the violent pull of the mate bond warning me that she was in danger while I was miles away, searching the northern ridge for tracks that had probably been placed there to distract us.
Someone had known where she would be.
Someone had planned to take her.
And I had not even known she had left the pac
