The Dark Forest ultimately worked in Carlisle’s favor.
Its thick shadows swallowed light so completely that he and his team seemed to vanish into them. They moved swiftly beneath the blackened canopy, using both their speed and the unnatural darkness to remain hidden. Carlisle’s midnight-black fur blended perfectly with his surroundings, making him nearly impossible to spot. More than once, vampires passed close enough that they should have noticed him, yet none of them saw anything.
Even so, the journey was far from simple.
Carlisle could not afford a single mistake.
As they advanced through the forest, he constantly divided his attention between multiple threats. One eye remained on the battlefield in the distance, tracking the progress of the fighting. The other stayed fixed on the
