Lyla stood at the edge of Alder territory beneath the cold stretch of the night sky.

Frost clung to the thin layer of dirt beneath her boots. The forest pressed heavy and dark around them the thin stretch of moonlight barely cutting through the thick canopy above.

Her breath sharpened beneath the cold bite of the air.

Jonas stood at her left side, his dark gaze cutting toward the tree line. Eli stood at her right, his silver eyes burning.

Dani crouched near the base of a low tree, her ...