Dorian‘s pov.

The second we stepped outside, I felt it in my gut.

Something was wrong.

Tiberius stood beside me, hand hovering where his blade should've been, his shoulders squared like he could sense the storm too. And there they were—a handful of them. Standing dead center in the clearing like they owned the fucking earth beneath their boots.

My eyes landed on Grey first.

Or... whatever the hell was left of him.

His body was broader than I ...