The next morning, Axel doesn’t wait for things to escalate further.
He watches the packhouse from the edge of the training yard, jaw tight and eyes sharp as another heated discussion breaks out near the perimeter, Daniel standing just far enough back to look uninvolved while still directing the flow of it. Atticus joins him a moment later, their expressions mirroring each other in a way that tells me they’ve already reached the same conclusion without needing to say it out loud.
“We’re taking you out of here,” Axel says simply when they come back to me, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument.
“Out of the pack,” I clarify, my stomach tightening even though I expected this.
“For now,” Atticus adds, already thinking several steps ahead, “there’s a cabin on the northern ridge, sti
