The old watchtower loomed against the night sky like a broken tooth. It had been abandoned for decades, left to crumble after a territorial war that nobody remembered anymore. Now it was just stone and shadows, the perfect place for an ambush.
Or a trap within a trap.
We arrived two hours before midnight, plenty of time to get into position. Kael’s wolves moved like ghosts through the forest, spreading out in a wide circle around the tower. I could barely see them in the darkness, which meant Elena would not see them either.
I shifted back to human form behind a cluster of rocks about fifty yards from the tower entrance. Lyra crouched beside me, her eyes scanning the area constantly.
“They are not here yet,” she whispered. “But they will be. Elena is too desperate to pass up this oppor
