It wasn’t really ‘tonight’ for anyone. Everyone was at Polje by late evening. The sunset off the horizon would’ve been a breathtaking sight if it weren’t for the fact that the lycans, werewolves and vampires were there because of Margaret’s vision. She saw fire and heard growls, but thankfully, no blood or anguished howls like the last time.

Octavia and Amber came tonight, along with a few other discretus and fortis. Octavia’s eyes and those of the other ten discretus they brought along roamed the surroundings, scanning for proditors.

When they did this for a good fifteen minutes but saw nothing, the discretus asked their wolf and lycan counterparts whether...