Vale's POV
Glass exploded inward as something heavy crashed through the cabin window.
I rolled off the couch just as a silver dart whizzed past my head and stuck in the wooden wall. Dante was already moving, shifting into his wolf form while my father collapsed behind an overturned table.
"Stay down!" Dante's voice echoed in my mind, and I realized with shock that I could hear his thoughts.
More windows shattered. Men in black gear rappelled through the openings, their weapons aimed directly at me. But these weren't the same attackers from before. These moved differently, like trained soldiers instead of supernatural creatures.
"Target acquired," one of them spoke into a radio attached to his vest. "Beginning extraction."
"Extraction?" I muttered, scrambling behind a chair. "They want to take me somewhere."
