Jensen's Point of View
The porch boards creak quietly beneath my boots as I shift my weight, my eyes fixed on the darkened road that winds through the trees. The air is cooler now, summer’s warmth lingering but softened by the night. Overhead, the stars are just beginning to peek through, and for a moment, everything around me is still.
Josh stands to my right, his arms crossed, his stance alert. Marcel is leaning on the railing, his gaze steady. Ronan’s at the bottom of the stairs, pacing slowly with that restless energy of his. Nyx is posted to my left, quiet, calm… focused.
We’ve been waiting. For hours, but they should be here soon.
Then, finally, headlights appear at the curve of the road. They grow brighter as the SUV approaches, the hum of tires on gravel cutting through the quiet of the night. The vehicle slows down and pulls to a stop right in front of the pack house.
The engine dies.
The driver’s door opens first, and Alpha Darrek steps out. He’s all business, until he
