Mia's POV

The weight of everything that had happened was crushing down on me. My children were clinging to my legs, still shaken from being chased by masked strangers, and I felt like I was drowning in confusion and fear.

This has to be connected to that organization, I thought, my mind racing. The same one that killed their father. The same one that's been terrorizing packs.

"Xavier," I said, looking up at him with determination I didn't really feel. "I need to go home. Not to the ...