The transition from the luxury of the Alpha’s suite to the brutal reality of the forest happened under a moonless sky. Silas didn't give me time to pack or say goodbye. Within twenty minutes of the shadow assassin’s strike, I was wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, standing at a hidden stone tunnel that led from the castle’s cellar to the outskirts of the Northern territory.
"The Coven expects us to fortify," Silas murmured, his voice a low vibration against the wind. He was in dark tactical gear, an obsidian blade strapped to his back. His amber eyes scanned the treeline with a ferocity that made my breath hitch. "They expect me to hide my Queen behind stone walls. They don't expect us to disappear."
"Are we disappearing, Silas? Or are we running?" I asked, clutching the silver daggers Kaelen
