Lyla’s breath sharpened as she crossed the eastern ridge beneath the dark glow of the moon.

The cold bit deep through her jacket, but she barely felt it. Her senses were sharp tuned to the unnatural pulse beneath the earth.

He was close.

Jonas moved at her left side, his dark gaze cutting toward the treeline. Eli flanked her right, his silver eyes gleaming beneath the dark sky. Dani moved just ahead of them, her dagger spinning between her fingers. Mason trailed at the rear, his dark ...