Chapter 49


    AARON


    James floors it and the SUV careens off the road onto the trail.


    “We’ll make it. We have team members en route. Give it a


    minute, Aaron. Don’t go rushing in without a n.”


    How can I wait?


    Brian is ruthless.


    He’d said that he’d inherited his pack from his grandfather, but he wasn’t rted to Old Man Leithrow.


    He only took the name when he ki lled the old Alpha.


    And here Brian was, preparing to do the same thing again. Only


    this time to Leah.


    And in her condition, she wouldn’t stand a chance.


    She’s human, weak, si ck.


    He’s a power-hungry Alpha.


    “He’s taking her to the Grove,” James mutters.


    I haven’t been back to this site in ages. Too many battles happened along thesends, and in thest


    one, I showed no


    mercy.


    I still regret the things I did that day.


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    If Leah ever knew…


    All the bodies we’d burned…


    “Contact Liam. Notify Roberts’ pack. They need to call off the ceremony. If there is no transfer of power,


    there’s no cause to hurt Leah.”


    “Adam is heading to them personally. He tried calling. You tried calling. I sent three men to their


    grounds too. It’s a two-hour drive.” James sighs. “This is an Alpha’s funeral, Aaron. Roberts’ pack


    would’ve shifted. They would’ve been running in their true forms since nightfall. They aren’t going to be


    back at the pack house or busy on cell phones.”


    I know this. I get it. But da mn it, “We have to stop that ceremony.”


    We’re closing in on the Grove, but if we fail, then I need to ensure that Leah will be okay. James pulls


    past the off-road.


    “Where are you going?” I ask.


    “We’re not heading in on the main trail. They’ll see and hear using from a mile away. We’ll circle


    around the state park and cut in from the backside of the Grove.”


    “Leah doesn’t have that kind of time.” I open the car door.


    “Da mn it, Aaron!” He ms on the brakes, flips off the headlights and lets the Range Rover skid to a


    stop.


    “Take the trail,” I tell him.


    He checks his phone. “Our men areing. 20 klicks away.”


    “Wait for them then. You can leave the car ande in on foot.”


    “What about you?”


    I peel my shirt over my head. “Don’t worry about me.”


    James is still swearing as I partially shift and run down the hillside into the trees. James’ n was


    better. Safer. And if we’d divided our routes of ingress and gotten our men in ce sooner, I probably


    would have gone along with it.


    But the ceremony takes ce at midnight.


    That’s in four minutes.


    Our men won’t be here for ten.


    Brian isn’t going to drag this out. He isn’t going to chance


    someone interfering. The minute the transfer urs, he’s going to ki ll her.


    There’s no time to waste.