Thessara's POV

"You could have been killed!"

Kieran's voice exploded the second we pulled out of the parking lot. The truck felt too small. Too contained. Like a cage.

"I went for coffee," I shot back. My hands clenched in my lap. "Not into a war zone."

"You left pack grounds without protection," he snarled. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "Without telling anyone. While there's someone hunting you."

"I told Marcus," I said. Defensive. "He knew where I was."

"Marcus ...