SERIS opened the window of the car as soon as they entered the forested area, not far from the Rogue Territory. She leaned her head against the window. The blur of the trees at the roadside was oddly soothing until the sudden glare of headlights ahead cut through the calm. A truck slid sideways across the road, blocking their path.
Cassian’s grip on the wheel tightened. His ash-gray eyes sharpened as he scanned some figures stepping out from the shadows.
They were armed.
Their scent reached Ciaran and Seris—cold steel, bitter wolfsbane, and the unmistakable stench of blood-stained hands. Hunters.
The car screeched to a stop. Silence fell at the moment. Cassian exhaled slowly, though his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.
“These hunters…” he muttered. “They finally sho
