The forest behind Shadowfang was unnaturally still.

Not the calm kind of silence, but the heavy kind, the kind that carried warning.

Darius stood at the edge of the treeline, his silver eyes scanning the shadows between the trees. He could sense something moving out there. The air smelled different tonight, metallic, sharp, almost electric.

Selene approached quietly behind him, her boots crunching softly on the frosted grass. “You feel it too,” she said.

He nodded once. “Someone’s ...