The pack house rises from the forest like something out of a wilderness fantasy—all rough-hewn logs and stone chimneys, sprawling across a clearing with territorial confidence. Cole's SUV crunches to a halt on the gravel driveway, and I feel the claiming bond jolt with Tink's fear as the engine dies. Beside me in Nero's sedan, his phone buzzes with another update from the forensics team, but his attention, like mine, is fixed on the massive front porch where three figures have appeared, ...