DARIUS POV
The heavy air of the night clung to my skin as we approached the border.
Isabelle, still bruised and battered from Mia’s interrogation, shuffled in front of me. Her hands were trembling slightly, and though she kept her gaze fixed ahead, I could tell she was trying to suppress the fear bubbling beneath the surface. But that didn’t matter anymore. We were close.
Dalian and Mia flanked her, their eyes scanning the horizon, ever alert. The men I’d brought with me were scattered around the perimeter, watching for any movement, any sign that Rowan's pack had caught wind of our approach.
"Don't do anything stupid, Isabelle," I warned. "Take down the ward quietly."
She nodded shakily before she raised her hands, muttering under her breath. The air around her seemed to warp, a su
