Lola's POV

Transporting the mineral samples to the main facility for final testing was routine. I had done it twice before without problems.

The samples weren't valuable for money, but they would determine whether the project moved forward and whether the partnership between Morgan's pack and mine would survive or fall apart.

I volunteered to escort them. Flint offered guards, but I declined. It was a thirty-minute drive on a familiar route. The sample cases were locked in the back. The driver ...