The world exploded around us in a symphony of splintering wood and shouted commands.

“Move! Move! Move!” Jake’s voice cut through the chaos as Iron Fang members scattered like a well-oiled machine. Through the bedroom window, I could see black SUVs surrounding the clubhouse, their headlights turning night into harsh interrogation.

Kane’s hand tightened around mine, his grip the only anchor in a world spinning out of control. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“I can’t go out there like ...