POV: Aphrodite
We have minutes at most before the Nightfang scouts reach our position.
"How many?" Cassian asks Lyra, his voice low and controlled.
"Six that I can see," Lyra responds, her eyes still tracking movement through the trees. The afternoon sun filters through the canopy in shifting patterns, making it difficult to distinguish shadows from actual threats. "But there might be more spread out. They're moving in a search pattern."
"They're tracking us," Bastien states what we're all thinking. "The question is whether they know exactly where we are or they're just covering ground."
I shift back to human form so I can speak properly. The twins do the same, though both keep their bodies tense and ready to transform again at a moment's notice. The transition leaves my skin tingling, hypersensitive to the cool air and the tension radiating from everyone around me.
