Always there.
Always waiting.
"No cars," Victor said, voice carrying. "Too loud. Too obvious."
A ripple of agreement moved through the group, One by one, bodies shifted.
Bone and fur and scale rolled like waves through the camp as Snow Team and Ivan's people took their beast forms. Wings unfurled. Hooves struck concrete. Shadows thickened. Muscles bunched and reformed into something built for distance and destruction.
Damien crouched in front of Felicity and glanced back over his shoulder. "Up."
She climbed onto his back easily, settling between his shoulders as if she'd always belonged there. He rose smoothly, tail flicking once in satisfaction. His top half of his body but the bottom half Snake.
From her vantage point, she could see everything, Her people.
Her responsibility.
Victor took to the air, circling once before falling into formation. Voss paced below, massive and unhurried, eyes never leaving her. Damien adjusted his stride instinctively to keep her steady.
