Mason POV

" We are leaving. " Hera declares and grabs my motorcycle keys. She tosses them to me and I catch them precisely, still frowning.

In a blink of an eye, she already has my jacket and my duvel bag.

" Hera, what's happening?" I repeat and this time she halts to look at me.

" The clubhouse... It's under attack!" She reveals and for a moment, my vision blurs and my consciousness darkens.

Hera doesn't wait for me to recover and rushes to the door.

" Come on!" She snaps. " We ...