I'm on my bike before the phone hits my pocket.
Her building looks quiet when I arrive. Jax gives me a subtle nod from across the street—all clear.
But the second I step through her door, I know something's wrong.
Sarah stands in the middle of her living room, pale as death, phone clutched in white-knuckled fingers.
"What happened?"
She doesn't answer. Just extends the phone toward me.
Unknown number. Voicemail notification.
I take the phone from her trembling fingers and press play.
A male's voice slithers through the speaker. "I found you, Sarah. Did you really think you could hide from me?"
A pause. Heavy breathing.
"I'm coming for you. And when I get there—" He laughs—the sound of a man who's never faced consequences in his life. "Well. We both know how this ends."
The message cuts off.
I stare at the phone. My vision darkens at the edges. The feral thing doesn't rattle its cage this time—it tears through the bars, floods my bloodstream, turns everything sharp, cold and predatory.
Sarah watches my face. "Knox—"
I pull out my phone and hit Finn's number. He answers on the first ring. "Church. Tonight. Everyone." I don't wait for a response before hanging up.
Sarah watches me, still pale, still trembling. I cross the room and take her hands in mine. "Pack a bag. You're coming back to the clubhouse with me."
"Knox—"
"We're going to figure this out." I tip her chin up, make her meet my eyes. "But you're not staying here alone. Not tonight. Not until we have a plan."
