Noah POV

The footsteps stop outside the RV door.

Then a knock. Three sharp raps.

"Noah? It's Cole. Cole Mitchell."

I freeze.

'Cole?'

The tension drains from my shoulders. I set the dagger down. Open the door.

Cole stands in the moonlight. His hands are raised, palms out. Non-threatening.

"Hey, man." He gives me a tired smile. "Can I come in?"

I step aside. He climbs into the RV.

We hug briefly. That automatic gesture between pack ...