The moon penetrated the thin cloud cover, casting a soft, pale light upon the rugged mountains. Still, it was dark enough that I needed my demonkin vision to make out more than vague shapes. Luke led us down a steep game trail, winding through the valleys until we neared one of the outlying forts.
"Xiviyah," he said, turning to face me with a frown. "We'll leave your wolf behind here, and you'll need to drop your wards."
My tail instinctively curled up, hidden beneath the illusion, and I took a shaky breath.He must have seen the panic in my eyes because his expression softened slightly. "It's alright, I'll protect you," he reassured me, his voice gentler than usual. "But both it and the golden glow of your wards will give us away, especially this late at night."