Elara’s POV
The eyes were everywhere.
Dozens of them. Yellow. Red. Amber. Glowing from the darkness between the trees, watching the lodge. Watching me. I pressed my hand against the cold glass, my heart hammering. The pendant around my neck was so hot I could feel it through my shirt.
“They're here”, my wolf said.
“I see them.”
“They've been waiting.”
“For what?”
“For us to be alone.”
I stepped back from the window. My hand went to the lock, checking it. Still bolted. Still secure. But the eyes didn't move. They just watched.
I needed Dorian.
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I ran down the hall and pounded on his door.
"Dorian!"
The door opened instantly. He was already dressed, his eyes sharp, his jaw tight. "I know. I saw them."
"What are they waiting for?"
"I don't know." He grabbed my arm and pulled
