Kira

We left before dawn again.

Different from the night of the operation. That night had been cold and purposeful and moving toward something enormous. This morning was quieter, the darkness softer, the group smaller. Marcus and six wolves for the perimeter and guard positions. Dante. Lyanna. Petra, who had appeared at the gate in the dark with her jaw set and her hands in her pockets and said nothing to anyone, just fell into step.

And me.

We drove the first two hours and rode the ...