I wondered if Xavier had found the hidden pistol or if it was still safe. I hadn't seen the coat in my room, so it had to be in the laundry. The shock of learning about Jerry and Amara's affair had distracted me, and I hadn't looked for the weapon earlier.

As I walked toward Amara's room, I thought Xavier might have returned the coat to her. It was a risky guess — maybe my last chance.

My mind flew to the pack members and their trust in me. The choice I was about to make felt huge. What ...