SONG OF THE CHAPTER: ROSES BY OUTKAST

IVARA'S POV:

The sky turns to gray by the time we move.The compound smells like oil, blood, and vengeance. Wolves are strapping on leathers, checking their weapons, their engines already snarling like beasts waiting for blood.

The Draven insignia gleams in the early morning haze; a wolf’s skull over crossed iron fangs. It looks darker now, heavier even.

Ronan stands at the front of the courtyard, his jacket half-unzipped, his knuckles raw. ...