The pack does not sleep the night the decision is made.
Torches burn along the walls. Wolves move in restless patterns through the courtyard. Armor is checked and rechecked. Blades whisper from their sheaths. Every heartbeat sounds like a countdown to something none of us can stop.
I stand in the quiet of Zane’s chamber, my cloak folded neatly across the foot of the bed. Beneath it lies the thin travel armor Jason insisted I wear—light enough to move in, strong enough to maybe save my life if the vampires break their word.
When, not if.
Zane stands across the room, arms crossed over his bare chest, golden eyes fixed on the window as if he’s already measuring the distance to Ravaryn and everything that might try to kill me along the way. He hasn’t spoken in nearly an hour.
The bond bet
