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The transfer of power and dominance between alphas was in a sense its own sort of magic. It wasn’t just determined by strength—Eamon Frost would have won in a battle of brawn against Roland Thorne, for example, yet Roland was the one with the stronger bark and control.

No, there was some other power at play here, and with Roland’s death, it seemed that power had passed to Camden.

I wondered if anyone else had noticed yet.

“I’m sorry, ladies,” Nolan said. “Cam is just upset because the Queen omega is our omega. We’re here to save her.”

“Save her, save her! She hates King, we know.”

That was a small comfort, at least. We looked back down over the haven. “We really appreciate all your help, but as alphas, I don’t know how we can blend in.”

“We hide trail, no worry! Stay here, still safe.”

And with that the pixies flew back in the direction we’d come from.

Elias watched them go and chuckled. “Alright, who had ‘Success dependent on three pixies the size of hummingbirds’ on their ‘Journey to the Fae World to rescue our omega from an evil king’ bingo?”

“Me,” Kian replied flatly. “Now I just need ‘Complete side quest given by talking cat to find enchanted weapon’ and I’ll win.”

Camden snorted, finally giving the rest of the pack permission to laugh at the vampyr’s jokes.

“Well, I guess we’re stuck here until they come back, right?” Julian asked.

A wave of love was sent down the bond from Marlowe, soothing the anxiety in my chest.

“What is it?” Kian asked, sensing the change in atmosphere. Another whip cracked below us, and a female’s scream echoed through the air.

“Just Marlowe,” I replied. “She’s just touching base, sending us her feelings.”

Another whip followed by more screaming sounded, and our unease returned.

“That must be nice,” Kian said quietly. “I wish I had a connection to my servaglio like that.”

We fell silent again, now observing the guards—their movements, their rotations, and their positions.

Nolan scooted closer to Camden, pointing towards the tower closest to us. “The guards aren’t looking for anyone breaking in, they’re concentrating on the shifters inside. There’s a spot about twenty meters down the wall with ample coverage to hide our approach. If we wanted to sneak in, that would be the place to do it.”

We all peered over the edge to see where Nolan was talking about. The location was near a small copse of trees, and as he suggested, the guards weren’t even bothering to look outside the wall as they walked by.

“Okay, sure,” Camden replied. “You’re forgetting a couple things. One—our pale, butt naked asses are like flashing billboards out here. Even if they don’t think we’re shifters they’ll probably think we’re ghosts.”

Julian scoffed. “Maybeyourlily-white asses look like ghosts…”

I looked across the row of us laying on the ground and had to agree - our natural human bodies weren’t exactly made for stealth, and our wolves couldn’t climb.

I considered the merits of covering ourselves in mud to help blend into our surroundings, but then thought of a better plan.

“Kian, your shadows—can they obscure physical objects, or are they just for offensive attacks?”

He smiled and opened his hand, shadows pouring out of his palm and covering his body like a cloud. The darkness absorbed the light, leaving a near invisible hole in the space he occupied.

“Well, fuck…” Julian said. “Why didn’t we get that power?”

After sharing his blood with us, our magic manifested more towards the physical or elemental - earth, fire, water, etc. But Kian had control over more immaterial forces, and I was practically salivating to find out why.

“As cool as that is,” Camden continued. “The second thing we’re forgetting is—why should we even go down there in the first place? There are no alphas, or vamps for that matter, in that prison. We’ll be spotted immediately.”

For all their assistance, the pixies hadn’t realized this so-called haven wasn’t going to work as a hiding spot. At least they were helping to cover our trail, though.