AMANDA’S POV
This morning had been particularly brutal. Elena had me reorganize the entire walk-in pantry—three times—because I'd "misfiled" the canned goods by vegetable instead of by size. By the time she finally released me, my hands were raw, my shoulders ached, and my watch told me I had fifteen minutes to get to school.
Fifteen minutes. On foot. From the far side of Pack territory.
I'm going to be late.
I broke into a jog, my backpack thumping against my spine, my breath fogging in the cold morning air. The road stretched ahead, empty and endless.
Then I heard the hum of an engine.
A dark sedan pulled up beside me, crawling at my pace. The window rolled down.
"Need a ride?"
I glanced over—then did a double take. The man behind the wheel was… not what I expec
