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 spikes back into my blood. “You said you have sources that sometimes keep you informed. That’s how you knew Devika was being hunted. Right?”
Silas’s brow furrows. He eyes Knox for a brief
