Isolde's POV
The moon hung like a silver eye between the trees as I led our strange group deeper into the Whispering Woods. Behind me, Sienna stumbled along, still weak from her vision at the altar. The vampire prince, Caius, watched her with hungry eyes. Kieran prowled at the edges, angry and betrayed. And Ronan—he stayed closest to Sienna, memories returning like birds to a nest.
They didn't trust me. I couldn't blame them.
"We need to stop," I stated, pointing to a small clearing ahead. "I need to perform the hiding ritual again before the Syndicate trackers find our trail."
"Again?" Kieran growled. "The last one barely worked. We still had to fight off those shadow wolves."
I turned to face him. "Would you rather I did nothing, Alpha? The Queen has eyes everywhere. Even the trees whisper to her."
As if to make my point, the leaves rustled though there was no wind.
