Chapter 151

• Third-Person’s POV
• The moon hung low over the northern woods, shrouded by a thin veil of cloud. The trees lining the road swayed restlessly, their branches whispering secrets in a language only wolves could understand. Inside the black SUV speeding down the gravel path, silence stretched taut between the two men in the front seats.
• Theo Hale gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other drumming impatiently against the window frame. Beside him, Kael Vale sat stiffly, eyes glued to the darkness beyond the windshield, lips drawn in a hard line.