Dreson moved with stealth, using magic to clear a path so that we didn't unexpectedly set anything off. The ground beneath us was soft with summer moisture, and each step made a faint squelch in the mossy grass. A small hand grasped mine, and I looked down at Ember.
"There's someone in the house, Leif. I saw the curtain move," she whispered.
"Stay by me, then, yeah? It's going to be okay, little one."
Logan growled warningly, forcing himself between us and the house. His hackles bristled, and his wolfish head swung from side to side, clearly telling us no.
"He's nervous," Jake said, licking his lips and edging away from the hatch. "And a nervous Logan is a dangerous Logan. We need to move back."
Paul nodded in agreement. "That's his M.O. Just give him space, and he'll take care of the
