“I hate that you’re part witch after all,” I muttered to Elena.
She gave me a wry, sad smile.
“I hate that I tried so hard to pretend you weren’t,” she said.
***
The Nightfang contingent arrived at dusk the next day.
They came as wolves first—three shadows slipping between the trees, fur dark against snow patches, eyes gleaming.
They shifted at the tree line, pulling on clothes they’d carried in their teeth.
Kade came last, of course.
On two legs from the start, as if to emphasize that he was visiting, not invading.
Lucian met them in the yard with a tight jaw and a handful of carefully chosen warriors flanking him.
Pack members watched from windows and doorways, trying not to look like they were staring.
They were staring.
Nightfang drew eyes.
I stepped out onto the front ste
