From outside, a sharp knock rattled the door. Gage’s voice came through, tense and urgent.
“You’re going to want to come out here.”
My blood ran cold at the tone in his voice. Asher and Petra exchanged a look, both instantly on guard.
I wiped my eyes, shoved my fear down deep, and nodded. Whatever waited outside, it wasn’t going to wait for me to be ready.
Asher stepped in front of me as we crossed the threshold. His hand gripped mine tightly, grounding me, but his senses were already flaring. Gage and Arlo were at the edge of the porch, their bodies coiled like predators, eyes scanning the yard with a vigilance I hadn’t seen since the last rogue attack. Every small rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind seemed magnified, as if the night itself were watching.
The sky had already shif
