Hunter couldn’t sleep. The remnants of adrenaline from the rogue ambush still coursed through his veins, and his shoulder throbbed despite Logan’s insistence that he go and get it stitched up He sat on the back porch, the cool night air biting against his skin. Rogue stirred in his mind, restless and agitated.

"We need to do something," Rogue growled. "That ambush wasn’t just a test. It was a message."

Hunter grunted in agreement, his jaw clenched. The thought of Alaric lurking in the ...