The tension in the pack house was palpable, the air was dense with unsaid fears and frustrations. Gloria’s warning about Zone still echoed in my mind, but I had no idea how or when the danger she mentioned would strike.

Standing outside the room where Gilly was being held, I turned to Zone. His face was tight with worry, the weight of everything we’d been through clearly wore on him.

“I need to talk to her,” I said firmly.

Zone’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s unpredictable right now, Serena. You’ve seen what she’s capable of.”

“I know,” I admitted. “But I don’t have a choice....