OUTCASTS AT THE GATE—PART I
~TATE'S POV~
Silas didn't knock. He just filled the doorway like someone who'd run here on panic alone. His chest was rising too fast. The emergency lights behind him turned his skin a sickly blue.
"They're at the eastern border," he said. "Outcasts. Thirty.....maybe more. Wolves. Fae. Vampires mixed in."
Mathias pulled away from me so quickly I felt cold in the space he left. "Vampires don't move with other species."
"They do when they're starving," Silas said. "They tore through the border patrol. Three down so far."
Through the fracture in the bond, Daxon's wolf punched through like a heartbeat out of beat. A violent, instinctive surge. He didn't speak. He didn't argue. He just pushed past Mathias and started for the corridor.
"Daxon.....wait." Mathias
