ETHENIA’S POV
“We can’t risk them staying,” I said, more to myself than the others. “The bunker’s been discovered, and Cyprus, or the Queen, won’t stop now.”
Bhetu sat nearby, sharpening his blade in rhythmic strokes that grated on my nerves. Nala lingered at the edge of the trees, her eyes scanning the darkness like she expected it to lunge at us. “They need to vanish. Completely. Off this continent, if possible.”
“An island,” Nala murmured, her voice barely more than a breath. “Far enough that no scent trail can follow. No betrayals. No vampire will find them there.”
My pulse quickened. “Which island?”
Nala didn’t answer right away. Her gaze drifted toward Bhetu, something cautious, almost haunted, flickering in her eyes.
“The one where the werewolves live hidden in plain sight,” s
