home to dangerous creatures that roamed at night, or inhabited by communities that tried to kill them on sight. Despite these challenges, Rustyn's team remained strong, fully

s and hoped she was safe

npour. Rustyn had arranged for them to take turns keeping watch, and it was his turn to rest. However, for the past thirty minutes, he struggled to clear his mind and close his eyes. The sounds of the forest-rustling leaves,

staring intently in one direction, their eyes turned white as snow. Recognizing the signs, Rustyn understood they were dealing with

m their sleep. Each of you needs to struggle to block my voice from entering your heads. I know it'll be difficult and painful to ignore your alpha'

urned to face the direction his men were staring and called out to the creature. "Forest sirens-or should I say, fore

she reminded Rustyn of Ava. As an alpha, he was partially immune to her tricks, but he knew better than to let his guard down. He made a mental n

anger. "What brings you, young werewolf, to this part of the realms? Haven't you heard of the dangers that

He couldn't fathom why she was using such a disarming tone. "I just want my men freed, and I have no desire to fight you. I can sense you're alone; y

ess generations, my people have been hunted down and murdered by all other creatures. Both the innocent and the guilty were killed

. The siren's eyes shimmered with a malevolent light, and for a moment, he saw glimpses of a tragic history-the loss, the pain, and the bloods

od in shock at how everything had unfolded. He was relieved they didn't have to fight her, but what did she mean by their time for revenge? He ne

ency in his voice drove them into action, their movements efficient and precise. As they dismantled the tents, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his gut. He had f

eightened his senses. "We need to keep moving. Stay alert," he instructed his team, his voice steady despite the turmoil

unwanted attention. Rustyn gathered everyone around to discuss their next move, his mind racing with possibilities. "We need t

his tent, staring up at the fabric above, his thoughts consumed by Ava and the looming threat of the siren's revenge. He couldn't allow fear to dictate the

their search, and he would find a way to protect