Finished eating, Amber leapt into the air, shapeshifting into a goshawk and taking to the sky. There were no hybrids nearby. There were also none of Morgane’s people. She should have strengthened her sense of Treon. The more people she could keep track of in this precarious world, the better her chances were of surviving. He’d been sent to safety. She needed to think like Ronan. Not that she knew what he would have done other than look after himself in the same sort of situation. He better be okay.
Spotting Morgane in the distance, Amber sensed two hybrids trailing her, both with hunters riding on them and all four of them invisible. Did Morgane know she was being followed? Picking up speed, Amber attacked one of the hunters. Those two focused on her, the other two continuing to follow Mo
