Ivy pov

One moment we were nowhere, and the next my boots hit stone hard enough to jar my knees. Air rushed back into my lungs. Noise followed all at once. Shouting. Growls. The sharp cry of a warning horn.

The Bloodmoon was not waiting for us.

Bloodmoon was breaking.

“Rick,” I said immediately, pulling him close.

“I’m here,” he answered, steady but alert.

Lucien straightened beside us. He reached outward by instinct, then stopped. His jaw tightened when nothing answered him.

“No ...