Don't take everyone.
"What?"
The more people, the more victims.
"Oh." Shit. I hadn't thought of that. Biting my lip, I look over my entourage. Vanessa's brows raise as she watches me, her breath puffing out in the frigid air.
They're my bodyguards, but they can't save me from something magical.
Selene's thoughtful hum vibrates in my head.
"Marcus, you and..." I scan the faces, settling on a stoic-looking wolf. I think his name is Greg. "You. Stay with me. The rest of you, I need you to be our lifeline."
Vanessa frowns. "Ava, are you sure about this?"
I nod, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "I can sense magic and familiar energies, but there's no guarantee I haven't missed something. Or someone."
The other wolves shift awkwardly, as they always do when I speak of magic. It's still an uncomfortable subject for many in the pack.
