TENNA.
I stepped into the hallway and stopped dead.
A man stood at the far end, half-hidden in shadow where the afternoon light from the window didn't quite reach. Tall. Dark-haired. Watching me with an intensity that made every hair on my arms stand up.
I didn't recognize him. And in a pack this size, that didn't necessarily mean anything—but something about the way he stood there, perfectly still, perfectly focused on me, set off alarm bells.
My hand went to the bracelet on my wrist, fingers brushing the cool metal. Sera's emergency beacon. One snap and someone would come running.
Probably.
"Luna." His voice was low, urgent. He took a step forward, into a patch of dusty light from the window. Sharp features that might have been handsome if they weren't so tense. Maybe thirty. The
