Raven’s POV
I didn’t waste time explaining to Eli what a ritual sounded like from the outside. He’d grown up in the Ashen Veil’s pocket. Some part of him already knew.
I pulled him into the hallway by the wrist, and we moved fast, back into the main room where Jax had Emory pinned against the bookshelf with one forearm across his chest and an expression on his face that made it very clear the conversation had not gone well in my absence.
“They’re here,” I said.
Jax released Emory and turned, reading my face before I’d finished the sentence. “How many.”
“Enough. The formation’s wrong for a raid. They’re spread through the trees in a circle.” I crossed to the window, kept low, angled my head to look out without giving a silhouette to aim at. Headlights between the trees, widely spaced,
