I nodded, stepping outside. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, a low growl rumbling in my mind. He hated what I was about to do, but I locked him out, shoving his protests aside as I climbed into the car.
The drive was quiet, save for the hum of the engine. I stared out the window, my thoughts a tangle of emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge. Lilian. Claire. The celebration. Everything was spiraling out of control, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it.
Then it happened.
One moment, the road stretched clear ahead of me, and the next, a car swerved into my path. My driver shouted, slamming on the brakes, but it was too late. The impact was deafening, metal crunching against metal as the world tilted violently.
The car jerked to a halt, and I was out before the dust even settled, my heightened senses already on edge. Warriors that had been tailing me scrambled behind, shouting orders, but their voices were muffled by the sound of my pounding heart.
Something wasn’t right.
As I approached the wreck, my wolf growled, low and dangerous. My eyes locked on the mangled car in front of me, and with a sickening jolt, I recognized it.
No.
The warriors tried to stop me. “Alpha, don’t—”