As Avery prepared to climb into the transport, Hudson’s hand shot out, slamming the heavy iron door shut before she could cross the threshold.

Stunned, Avery struck the reinforced glass, her amber eyes wide with a silent, frantic demand for an explanation. Hudson didn't even glance her way. He simply barked an order to Preston Hale to find a secondary scout-car for the Luna.

Preston cast a fleeting, sympathetic look at Avery before nodding and gunning the engine. The primary transport roared away into the mist.

Fortunately, a backup enforcer vehicle pulled up moments later. Once Avery was inside, the driver—a silent Beta—handed her a rough wool blanket and cranked...