Alexander's POV:

“Turn around.” I thundered, gripping the edge of the seat as the convoy rolled smoothly down the road from the Pack square, my mind still reeling from Xavier’s report because the fire, the injuries, and the timing was too deliberate to be random.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and barked at the driver, “Turn around and tell the other cars to head back to the Pack square. Now!”

The driver’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, but before he could respond, ...