GRACE POV
The van smelled like leather, metal, and barely restrained violence, which honestly felt appropriate given the fact that we were rolling toward Edinburgh with two vehicles full of elite wolves and nymphs, armed to the teeth and running on rage, caffeine, and the kind of purpose that doesn’t leave room for second thoughts.
Connor was driving my van, hand firmly on the wheel, shoulders tight beneath his jacket, eyes locked on the road like he was personally offended by every mile that still separated us from our target. I sat beside him, knee bouncing despite my best efforts, Hakira restless under my skin, pacing, sniffing, testing the air through layers of glass and speed like she could already taste the rot waiting for us.
The second van followed close behind, Langdon inside w
