Because he knows exactly what Monster wants.
Blood.
But he’s right. Matteo first.
Always.
“I know.”
“Then the rest.”
My eyes narrow on the winding road ahead.
“Yeah.”
Justin’s voice drops.
“Got it. First we protect, then we deal with the rest.”
The call ends. I toss my phone into the console.
My mountain.
That thought keeps beating through my skull.
This motherfucker thinks he owns the skies? Thinks because he has wings he can come onto our mountain, take my pup, threaten my mate, and dictate the fucking rules?
Fuck no.
He has no idea what kind of hell he’s unleashed.
No idea what kind of fury he’s conjured from three dominant Alphas who have spent years fighting the monsters inside themselves.
A hybrid Bear.
A Dragon.
And me.
Ethan of the Suicide Cliff Wake thinks he’s walking into a meeting with the frightened female who escaped him years ago.
He has no fucking idea he’s walking into a hunt. And he’s the prey.
I take the turn that leads toward the western trailhead.
“Pull over.”
My head snaps toward Gabby.
“What?”
“Pull over.”
“No.”
“Rowan.”
“No.”