Amber shapeshifted into a goshawk and landed on Treon’s shoulder. She had no idea what they could do next and worrying about it later didn’t seem like the best idea. She was pretty sure Ronan wouldn’t have been impressed with that kind of thinking. He probably would have had half a dozen plans lined up before he’d started. She mentally searched the castle and surrounds before directing him to the next two groups. They were outside. One behind the castle and one out the front. She tried not to think about how high her kill count was becoming. b****y dragons. She also tried not to think of brown eyes filled with surprise.
“I’ll call the hunters close. Each of them can hide two others.”
Amber stared at him for a moment. “Why are Brigitte’s hybrids and hunters only in groups of two? Why don’
