POV: Nixie
The wood stiffened with the resonance of that voice.
Hunter's claws extended to full reach, glinting in the dim spillover of dawn. Vlad wheeled, sword raised, all muscle taut. Even Selene, lovely and enigmatic, stood still as the obsidian arrow hummed in the tree beside her.
"Show yourself," Hunter snarled, voice a growl edged with steel.
The trees said nothing, only the quiet whisper of leaves. And then a second arrow slid through the fog and struck the ground at my feet. A warning—well aimed.
The chill inside me, the Nightborn mark, pulsed hard enough to make my eyes sting. My wolf shifted restlessly. Danger, she breathed, though I barely needed reminding.
From the dense thorny scrub ahead of us, there emerged three figures—hooded, wrapped in smoke-gray leather that blen
