Caden tells them about the message, voice low but tight. Fiona steps forward, no hesitation, taking the phone to see if she can trace the number—track whoever thought they could threaten us.
“Is it the same company from when we were kids?” he asks, holding me so close I can feel every breath he takes. His head rests against mine, grounding both of us.
“No,” Dad says, his voice edged in steel. “The group from your childhood was eliminated. I made sure of it.”
I feel Ailm rumble with satisfaction at that.
“The last group was different. Similar goals. A hybrid faction—wolves and humans. From what we’ve gathered, they didn’t experiment on children, but they want you two for the same reason. Power. Portals. Whatever they think you can open.” Mum’s expression tightens. “We haven’t cracked ex
