The message burned in Lena's mind.
*See you soon.*
She'd read it a hundred times since the attack, and each time her blood ran colder. Lilith was alive. Lilith was planning. Lilith was *coming*.
"We need to move." Kael paced the command tent, his golden eyes blazing with restless energy. "Waiting here, letting her control the pace—it's suicide."
"I agree." Caspian stood at the tent's entrance, watching the darkness beyond. "But moving blindly is worse. We need information. We need to know where she is, what she's planning, who's with her."
"And how do we get that?" Lena asked.
Silence.
Then a young wolf burst through the tent flap. "Alpha! There's someone at the border. Claims he has information about Lilith. He's asking to speak with—" The wolf glanced at Lena. "With the hybrid."
