By the time they hit the border, half of Diego's warriors were already there, and none of them looked good.
Sera met them at the truck, breathing hard, blood streaked across one shoulder that wasn't hers. "It's bigger," she said, no greeting, straight to it. "Way bigger than the one in the clearing. And it's not alone."
"How many?" Diego was already shifting his weight, already in Alpha mode, scanning the tree line like he could see through it.
"Three. Maybe four. Hard to tell — they keep moving through each other's shadows like they're one thing wearing different skins."
Sera's eyes cut to Mika. "You're gonna want to see this yourself."
Mika didn't wait for permission. She was out of the truck before it fully stopped, markings already prickling up her arms like they knew something be
