KNOX’S POV
He’s out the door and into the night before I can react, paws thundering against marble, then grass, then gone.
I consider chasing him. My wolf is faster, stronger. I could catch him within minutes.
But Ember is waiting in the car. Unprotected. Vulnerable.
And Logan just threatened to start with her.
I run.
The cold night air hits my face as I burst through the restaurant doors, my eyes scanning the parking lot frantically until I spot the SUV.
The interior light is off, but I can see a silhouette in the passenger seat.
Ember.
I’m at the car in seconds, yanking open the door, my heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe.
She’s fine.
More than fine — she’s asleep. Head tilted against the window, chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of exhaustion, completely ob
