~ RONAN ~

Wolves devour the weak. For us, it’s kill or be killed.

So when Killan suddenly whispers a sharply spoken "shit," the whole pack snaps to alert. It takes only a moment for everyone to identify the source of the alarm. Silas has closed his car door and is approaching Magnus with his shotgun in hand, cocked and ready.

If I’m concerned, it doesn’t show. I wrap my hand around Lyra’s and start guiding her through the people circling us, following her ...