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“We’ll get him out,” Clary says as we make the final approach to the Raleigh property.

I aim a faint smile at him. “And we’ll get Leah.”

He nods.

Altogether, there are fifty of us.

I have never seen so many packs working together with one common goal: rescue kidnapped omegas.

If a shifter wandered into a new city and stumbled into a pack who viewed that territory as their own, the usual response was to chase that shifter away or kill them.

I grew up hearing stories of how omegas are so prized, so rare, and so valuable that Alphas would snatch her up and cage her if she wasn’t careful.

It’s surreal to be sitting in the passenger seat of a car, parking a few miles away from the forest belonging to the Raleighs, and knowing that moments from now, nearly forty shifters are about to launch a coordinated attack to rescue omegas.

We’re not all friends, and after tonight, we will all go our separate ways, back home and probably never see each other again.

“This is still the most suicidal plan I’ve ever heard,” Helena says.

I grin at the cell phone I stuffed in the center console minutes before.

She’s in another car with Bennett.

Her role, like mine and Clary, is to take the omegas back to the house. Bennett and some of the others will be going into that forest soon and leading them to us, and we’ll be driving them away to safety.

“I know. How do you feel about sitting out the fight?” I ask her.

“Honestly, kind of relieved. Those first few minutes are going to be insanity. I’d probably accidentally kill the wrong person,” she says.

I grin. “You’re an enforcer. I doubt that.” And she’s not completely sitting out this fight. She’ll be going in the back way with Bennett and a handful of the others to guide the omegas to us.

The bulk of the fighting will be happening where I don’t think the Raleighs will expect it to happen.

Their front door.

When my dad had suggested the idea in a house jam-packed with shifters from more than a dozen Midwest packs, there was complete silence for three seconds.

“You want us to walk right in there?” Connall had said slowly.

“We’ve been going around and around the issue of getting in without them seeing us first, and we will keep on circling the issue and not find a fix for it,” my dad had said.

“What exactly are you saying?” Clary’s Alpha, a lean dark-haired and blue-eyed man had asked.

“I’m saying it’s time we give up on the idea of a sneak attack. It isn’t happening and they are likely anticipating us to do just that. Let’s take the fight to them. Hit them hard and hit them so fast they turn all their attention to the front, to us,” my dad had said.

“Leaving the forest clear for some of us to get the omegas out,” Bennett had added.

“They’ll be watching the omegas,” someone had said.

A red-headed man had nodded. “The second we attack, they’ll start using them as hostages. They’ll order us to back off or else.”

“But Mack is in there,” I’d said and had wanted to hide my face when everyone had looked at me.

I’m used to being in the forest, alone, not part of anything important.

But I had not shied away from the attention.

I’d stiffened my spine. “Mack knows we won’t leave him there for long. The reason he went in was to get me out and find a way to get the omegas out too. He won’t wait to do that.”

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