Every head at the fire turned toward the sound at once. The guards were on their feet before the echo fully faded, blades half-drawn, forming a loose perimeter around the camp with the practiced efficiency of men who had done this before and lived. Luna's five husbands moved with the same instinct, though in five distinctly different shapes — Kade stepping directly in front of her, blocking the treeline with his own body; Ronan positioning himself at her other side without a word; Sylas going very still, head tilted, listening with the particular focus of a man assessing a threat rather than reacting to one; Corvin already fading toward the tree line to investigate; and Draven, low and coiled, a growl building in his throat that hadn't been there a moment before.
"That's not possible," Ga
