Jolie POV

The supply run turns into a regular thing. Three days a week, a small crew heads into the neutral zone to stock up on food, medical supplies, and whatever else the compound needs. I go along every time, grateful for the excuse to leave and the chance to feel useful.

Today it's me, Knox, Phoenix, and two other pack members—Jax and Reese. The ride takes about an hour, winding through back roads and highways that blur together in a meditation of speed and wind. The autumn air bites at ...