Chapter 110. Return to the Packhouse

Silas POV

Six hours ago.

Something was wrong. Something that made me uneasy. Something I couldn’t quite place, but my gut knew, knew that something was off.

As I sat, legs crossed in the moving car, my mind wasn’t on the book in my hands, nor on my gamma’s words as he drove, his voice carrying through the air, explaining the situation of the guards, the weapons, and how much time remained before we reached our destination.

My brothers sat not far from me. Lucien, in the middle, posture rigid, eyes their usual coldness, his finger drumming mindlessly on the seat as he stared ahead, silent, untouched by the world around him.

Claude leaned against the seat beside him, eyes closed, blond hair falling over his face, his expression unreadable but he wasn’t asleep. He was alert. Every sound, every movement, every shift in the air, he could feel it all.

The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating with tension. I let my gamma’s words fade as my thoughts t