Nathan’s POV

The night air was cold… sharp, biting, and heavy with the scent of danger.

I stood outside my car for a long moment, staring at the massive iron gates of Jackson’s pack estate. The walls stretched high, topped with barbed wire that glistened under the floodlights. Every part of it screamed ‘trap’.

Cade’s voice still echoed in my head. “He agreed to meet you… but only on his grounds.”

Of course, he had. Jackson never did anything without an angle, without a way ...