CANE'S POV

We stand at the edge of the pack lands just before dawn. The sky is still dark, but the first hints of light creep over the trees. I have my bag over one shoulder. Caden has his. Bane waits a few feet ahead, silent and patient like he has all the time in the world.

Summer clings to my leg. Her small arms wrap tight around my jeans. She is not crying quietly. She is full-on sobbing, big angry tears rolling down her face while she tries to yell at me at the same time.

“You can’t just leave,” she says between hiccups. “I already lost Dad. Now...