Before I could reach for my seatbelt, Roland yanked open the car’s door on my side. His arms slipped under my knees and behind my back, lifting me against his chest like a baby.

“I can walk.”

“I’m not taking chances, Farrah.” His voice echoed in my ears where my head was resting against his chest.

“I can walk,” I reiterated, this time with more steel in my voice. He only scoffed at my request.

The packhouse’s front doors burst open as Roland carried me inside swiftly. Pack’s guards and Alpha’s guards materialized from every direction, their faces solemn and dark.

“Secure the entire packlands,” Roland barked an order. “Summon...