*POV: Ryker*

The car pulls up to the Dravenmoor estate just after noon. Three weeks feels longer than it should. My wolf has been restless the entire drive back from our territory, pacing under my skin like it knows something is wrong even before we cross the border. Caius sits in the front passenger seat, quiet as always. Zane drives, his fingers drumming once on the wheel before he stops himself. None of us say much. We already agreed on the way here. Keep it clean. Get her out. Deal with the rest later.

The main hall is exactly how I remember it. Too polished. Too many eyes pretending not...