EMBER’S POV

I drop my fork and sit up, my spine locking completely straight as the realisation hits me so hard it physically knocks the breath out of my lungs.

“Silas,” I say.

The urgency in my tone makes both men freeze instantly. Knox’s hand tightens on my waist, his Lycan instincts surging at the sudden spike of my heart rate.

I turn my head, staring directly into my uncle’s eyes.

“Silas. Can I ask you something?”

His posture shifts instantly, and he sets his glass down.

“Of course.”

“You mentioned that this mountain has ties with the East,” I say, the words rushing out of me as the adrenaline...