BODIEThe rogues don't run off blindly.

That's what I notice.

They retreat in different directions. Enough to confuse pursuit, but not enough to lose sight of each other.

Shifting back, I ignore the sting of torn skin along my spine. My beast paces inside. Unsatisfied and restless.

“They didn't come here to breach,” Lewis says.

He steps beside me as the unconscious rogue groans on the ground.

“I know that.” My eyes remain on the tree line where the others vanished. “They were testing ...