The compound loomed against the night sky like something out of a Gothic nightmare. Twisted spires reached toward the blood-red moon, and shadows seemed to move independently of their sources across the mansion's weathered stone walls.
"The wards start about fifty yards out," Marcus whispered, his voice barely audible even to our enhanced hearing. "I can get us through, but once we're inside, she'll know we're coming."
We crouched in the treeline—myself, Dante, Marcus, Alpha William, and three of his best warriors. Sarah had wanted to come, but I'd put my foot down. Someone needed to stay back and protect Sage, and Sarah was the only one I trusted completely with that responsibility.
*Are you sure about this?* Dante's mental voice carried all the worry he was trying to hide from his fac
