Selene POV

The walk back to the packhouse felt longer than usual, Emily’s words kept echoing in my mind with each step. “You might not have your little guard dogs to protect you.” The threat had been clear, wrapped in that sickeningly sweet tone of hers.

Sera and Lyra both tried to keep the conversation light as we made our way through the quieter streets, but I could see the concern flickering in their eyes.

“I should find Sylvester,” I said finally, stopping just outside ...