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The conversation had ground on for hours as we debated how we would launch the attack, where, who would go where, and do what. One of the hardest things to estimate was co-ordination.

None of us know when Mack is going to try to free the omegas, and we hope that we don’t act too fast or he won’t get a chance.

“When do you?—”

“Shh!” Clary hushes me, twisting in his seat and angling his head toward the dark forest.

I can’t see anything, but it sounds like something might be happening.

The others weren’t going to attack the front until 1:30. The clock on the radio is 1:15.

Has the attack already started? Or did one of the Raleigh guards spot them approaching the house and set off a warning?

I rest my hand on my belly, wishing I wasn’t so pregnant that I have to sit this fight out. I had refused to stay at the house and just wait for news. My heart wouldn’t have been able to take it, and I’d have worn a hole into the floorboards with all the pacing I’ve been doing lately.

Eventually, Ivy and the others had agreed that as long as I was in a car parked as far away as possible, with the engine running, that Clary could get me away before anyone could grab me.

I only think they agreed to me coming because I reminded them that if I stayed at the house, I would need someone to stay with me, and we couldn’t afford to spare anyone when everyone was needed for the fight and the rescue.

There are four cars altogether, which should mean there’s plenty of space for all the omegas. I watch as two of the car doors up ahead open and Penny, Colton, and a couple of others get out and dash into the forest.

“I can’t see anything,” I whisper, still straining to see in the darkness.

And then, in the distance, lights start to come on. So many of them that I know something is happening in the farmhouse.

A wolf suddenly leaps onto the road, and I know exactly who the wolf is.

Mack.

For one brief second, he stares right at me and I don’t know what to do more, burst into tears because of my stupid hormones, or scramble out of the car and hug him.

I don’t have a chance to do anything because he’s not alone.

Women stumble out of the forest, all are shivering, teeth chattering, and they look stunned.

Clary leaps out of the car and rushes toward the women.

The drivers of the other cars wrench their doors open and within moments, all the women are in the cars and they are peeling away.

Clary helps three women into the back of our car and climbs back into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. None of the women are Leah.

“Where’s Leah?” I ask.

He snaps on his seat belt. “In another car.”

That explains why all the tension in his shoulders has melted away. His mate is safe and away. We’ve done what we came here today, and barely had to do anything because Mack did the rescuing for us.

All that planning, talking, and build up for a moment that only lasted five minutes.

When I look for Mack, he’s gone.

“Did you see Mack?” I ask Clary as he puts his foot down on the accelerator.

Clary shakes his head. “By the time I got to the women, he was gone.”

I twist in my seat as I look into the forest.

But there’s no sign of him.

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