Chapter 48 Breaking Chains, Burning Bridges

• DRAKE
• The parking lot filled with the sound of engines as the buses and vans from Silver Paw pulled in. My wolves—my people—couldn’t contain their excitement. They bounced on their heels, smiling, laughing, almost trembling with relief. For three long days we had been hiding out, resting but never really relaxing, always looking over our shoulders in case Marcus sent someone to drag us back to Moonveil. Every shadow, every noise had made us flinch.
• Now, seeing Silver Paw’s vehicles, the air felt lighter, like freedom was finally within reach.