Namara's POV:

I shifted in the back seat as the SUV ate up the miles, the landscape outside changing from dense forest to rolling hills dotted with the occasional pack outpost and the air inside the car felt lighter now, far from the Packhouse’s oppressive weight.

Alexander sat beside me, one elbow resting on the door, thumb scrolling absently through emails on his phone as I turned my head slightly toward him. “Did you book a hotel room for us?”

He glanced over, the corner of his ...