Violet watched as the jet knifed through a ceiling of clouds and descended toward the private strip, her hand clammy and her heart pounding.
It had finally begun, the final plan that would decide their fate, and whether they'd reach Alaric.
Thankfully, they hadn't been subjected to Elijah's insufferable presence. The other Alphas had been the ones to endure that torment, giving Violet and her mates the chance to rest and save up their energy for what lay ahead.
But now, her nerves were at an all-time high, not just because of the plan, but because of the thought of seeing Asher again.
The original plan had been to never even make it to the West. Yet here they were, and Violet couldn't stop the fear twisting in her chest.
What if the West Pack had changed Asher? What if being here had dragged him back into the darkness he'd fought so hard to escape?
