Aaron POV

The gates of Blue Moon Pack territory rise ahead like iron teeth.

I stare through the windshield, jaw tight, as Erikson navigates the SUV through their checkpoint. Guards recognize the Blood Shade insignia immediately—step back, lower their weapons, wave us through with wary respect.

'Sampson won't know why we're really here.' Arthur prowls restlessly inside me, gold eyes scanning every shadow, every corner where Elin might be hiding. 'Can't tell him his father murdered hers. ...