Kael's POV
The movement in the trees wasn't my imagination.
Ayla had seen it too—I'd caught the moment her eyes found it, the way her hand had pressed harder against the glass. She knew. She just didn't know what it meant yet.
I didn't tell my brothers. If I had, Ryker would have been through the door and into the tree line before I finished the sentence, and whoever was out there would simply disappear the way they always did. They were too practiced at it. Too patient.
"This isn't connected to the photos," Fenrir said. "This is something else entirely."
I agreed. Whatever was circling us wasn't a jealous teenage girl working out a grudge. It moved differently. It thought ahead. It knew how to be seen only when it chose to be and how to vanish before anyone could respond.
That wasn'
