Hailee's POV
By the time I got to Club Lotus, the bass from inside was already pulsing through the pavement beneath my boots. The place glowed with red neon light, the letters LOTUS casting their heat against the night air.
I texted Lila.
Me: I'm here.
It didn't take long before she stepped out of a sleek black SUV parked just down the street. And she wasn't alone.
Walking beside her was her mate, Trent. Even if you didn't know him personally, anyone could tell he was high-ranked. The way he carried himself—tall, broad-shouldered, a natural authority in every step—screamed strength. At just twenty, he was already one of the youngest in the pack to hold a high-ranking warrior position, which made him a rare kind of powerful.
And gods, he adored Lila. You could see it in the way his hand rested at the small of her back—protective but gentle. His eyes didn't stray from her, not even for a second. To him, she was the only one in the room.
