Elias and Dorian emerged from the treeline with their captives in tow, the two men bound and stumbling behind them, eyes wide in terror. The front of the mansion glowed with light, and several mercenaries turned toward them at once, weapons lowered only after recognizing the returning hunters.
Inside, Deacon and Angel waited. Luna sat in front of the fireplace, still growling low in her throat. Star and Swoop perched on the armrest of the nearest chair, watching the door like sentinels.
The double doors opened, and Elias stepped through first, followed by Dorian and the prisoners. Deacon stood with arms folded, eyes scanning the strangers.
"Do you recognize them?" he asked.
Angel stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing. "Yes," she said. "They’re regulars at The Emerald Isle. They eat th
