“They’re here,” Logan said grimly.

The words hit like a thunderclap.

Celeste stood at the edge of Hollow Mountain’s overlook, eyes locked on the dark horizon. The treeline was moving, no, rippling, like a wave of ink bleeding toward their border. Hundreds of figures emerged from the woods, shadows draped in makeshift armor and malice. The rogue army. They didn’t bother to hide their numbers now.

Hunter stood beside her, jaw set. “Hundreds. Maybe more.”

“Any sign of ...