Yuri’s POV

Drake was in the driver’s seat, and I sat in the passenger side—shotgun—staring out the window as we drove toward Duluth. From there, we’d use the port to teleport to Alaska, cutting down the travel time. The silence stretched between us, heavy, until Drake broke it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t stay with Night Pack,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.

“I’m worried about my family being in your clan,” I replied, keeping ...