Noah.
I stood beside the cot, staring down at Maria's quiet, sleeping face. Her skin was warm now, but she was still far too fragile, far too broken from the poison Vincent had fed her.
I looked up at Damien and Adrein, my fingers tightening slightly over the edge of the leather mattress.
"We can't stay here," I said, my voice low and hard, scraping against my sore throat. "I am so sure that the Lycan prince's scouts are already combing the lower ridge. The moment dawn fully breaks, this cabin is going to be surrounded."
Damien leaned against the wooden table, his arms crossed over his chest, his grey eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "We know. We're moving higher into the mountain pass. We'll hide in the caves until Aidan and Davian draws the Lycan prince's main army away from the border."
