Blackmere changed in seconds.One moment it was a lodge on a lake. The next it was a fortress.Doors slammed. Boots pounded on the stairs. Somewhere outside, a horn sounded, one long low note that rolled across the water and came back from the far shore. In the treeline, shapes began to move. Gray. Black. Rust. Wolves pouring out of the forest from every direction, silent and fast, taking positions along the drive like they’d rehearsed it a hundred times.They probably had.Kael was already moving through the great room, giving orders without raising his voice.“Rourke, I want eyes on the lake road and the old logging cut. If he’s at the front door, somebody’s at the back.”“On it.”“Tam, go with Mom to the—”“No,” Tamsin said.“Tamsin.”“I’m nineteen, not nine. I’m not hiding in the wine cellar again.”“The wine cellar is reinforced.”“The wine cellar has spiders the size of
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