Chapter 7 · free to read
The pack did not build a courtroom. It wore one into the snow, one circuit at a time, for two hundred years.
Thirteen bodies dropped on one hand. Cade's four had never in their lives moved like that together.
No badge, no rifle, no jurisdiction. She had never once in her career stood somewhere she had less right to be.
The knee is not surrender. The knee is the receipt.
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