Chapter 21. Break the Pack

The Wolves didn’t form ranks—they formed a firing line.

Headlights blinded, and Magnus stood at the center, bike angled broad across the road. Behind him, his crew fanned out like teeth, snarling and ready to tear flesh.

Axel’s bike howled as he cut the throttle, skidding just shy of the blockade. Tires screamed, sparks spitting into the dark.

Riven’s chest slammed into his back, arms clinging, lungs burning. Her helmet clattered as she lifted her head.

And she saw him.

Magnus Wolfe.

Floodlights painted his scarred face pale, eyes gleaming like steel. His mouth curved into a smirk as he raised one gloved hand.

“You roll with heat, you better be fireproof.”

The Wolves revved in unison, the sound splitting the ridge like thunder.

Axel’s jaw flexed, his storm-grey eyes locked on Magnus. His hands tightened on the bars.

Riven’s pulse screamed. She grabbed his jacket, her voice cracking. “Axel—”

“I see him,” Axel said, ste