Her pupils blown wide with terror.
Her lips trembling as one truth hit her:
These men knew her.
From before she remembered.
From before Wolf.
Before Eagle River.
I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.
“Nora. Look at me. Right here.”
Tears streaked her cheeks.
“Wolf… what am I?”
My heart cracked.
“You’re mine,” I growled. “And you’re safe. And whoever they were — whatever they did — they don’t get another second of your life.”
Another explosion rocked the hallway.
Trigger shouted, “WOLF WE NEED YOU NOW!”
I kissed Nora’s forehead — fierce, final — grabbed my weapon, and stood.
She reached for me. “Wolf—!”
I turned, eyes burning with purpose.
“They want a war?” I said.
“Good.”
I chambered my weapon.
“Because they just found one.”
36
Wolf
The hallway detonated in noise — gunfire, boots pounding, alarms screaming. Smoke curled under the bunker door as a second intruder forced his way inside.
Trigger fired a controlled burst.
Havoc charged with a roar.
Sheriff Tate dove for cover.
Saint shouted from behind the concrete barrier, “They’re inside! Wolf—MOVE!”
I moved.
Fast.
