POV: Sophie
The tension in the air was almost suffocating. I’d been trying to keep myself busy, helping the women in the clubhouse and pretending that everything wasn’t spiraling out of control. But the truth was, no one could pretend anymore. Everyone knew what was coming.
The Crows had struck first, and now the Steele Wolves were getting ready to hit back. Hard.
I found myself lingering near the edge of the main room, watching as Burn, Razor, and a few others gathered around the table, going over maps, weapons, and plans. They moved with a purpose, their expressions grim but determined. This was more than just business now—this was survival.
The fear gnawing at me hadn’t left. It lingered, wrapping around my chest like a vice, but I was starting to understand how these people lived w
