Wren POV
The twins cling to Jasmine's fur as she races for the portal. I can see the shimmering light up ahead, but the sound of the fae guards is closing in. They are faster than I expected, and she is barely staying out of reach. Her golden fur does little to camouflage her against the shadows of the forest. She might as well be waving a giant light in their direction.
There will be lycan warriors guarding the portal. I have no idea how I will get around them, but it is too late for me to stop now. I have to get the children out of the Immortal Realm.
As I approach the portal, I see the lycan guards are lying on the ground. Their chests rise and fall; they aren't dead, but they are knocked out. Someone is working on our side, but I don't have time to question it.
I leap thr
