A beat.
“And so will they.”
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Then her expression shifted again, more serious than before, her voice dropping slightly.
“You need to be cautious,” she added.
Caleb stilled.
“Why?”
Her eyes darkened.
“If a Black Blood witch is involved…” she said carefully, each word deliberate, “…then you are not dealing with someone reckless.”
A pause.
“You are dealing with someone who knows exactly what they are doing.”
Her gaze locked onto his.
“And if they dared to target your father…” she continued, her tone tightening, “…King William, one of the most powerful Lycans alive, a ruler with exceptional abilities and magic protection…”
She inhaled slowly.
“…then they are either extremely confident… or extremely desperate.”
Caleb’s expression hardened completely.
Beca
