Aria's pov
I got out first, expecting Damien to follow and drag me inside like he always did.
But he stayed glued to his phone, his voice tense and urgent.
Even from here, I could catch bits and pieces of the conversation. Something about "get back to the pack house" and "Alpha's condition."
Some pack emergency, probably. Maybe trouble at the Silverfang Pack borders. Good.
I could smell the stress rolling off him in waves, that sharp scent that always came with pack business.
Maybe whatever crisis was brewing would keep him busy long enough for me to figure out an escape plan.
After finishing his call, he rolled down the window and threw me a set of keys, then peeled out without saying a word.
I stood there, totally shocked. There were no guards around, no bodygua
