confident, fearless, taunting.
“Not one man,” I said. “A team.”
Saint swallowed. “A team of what, exactly?”
I clenched my jaw.
“A team of trained operatives.”
Nora stepped closer, voice unsteady. “Why me?”
My heart twisted at the fear behind her question.
But before I could answer—
A sheriff’s cruiser pulled up fast, Deputy Markson jumping out. “Sheriff! We found something in the woods!”
All of us turned.
“What is it?” Tate shouted.
Markson held up a bag.
Inside was a small metal object.
Wolf’s breath froze.
Trigger’s eyes widened. “Is that—?”
“A patch,” Havoc said. “Off a uniform.”
Not a current one.
Not a standard one.
Something older.
More specialized.
A unit emblem long discontinued.
My stomach dropped. “That’s Ranger insignia.”
Nora blinked. “Like… you Army Rangers?”
“Not like mine,” I said quietly.
Worse.
Tate squinted. “Wolf… what unit is that?”
I ran my thumb along the plastic, tracing the faded stitching.
“It belonged to a division dissolved over a decade ago. Ranger recon. Off-book training. Specialized pursuit teams.”
Trigger’s face went pale. “Wolf… you don’t think—”
“Oh, I do,” I growled, slipping the evidence bag into my pocket.
