Lyla
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood beside Ramsey at the northern border. Behind us, a dozen elite warriors maintained defensive positions, ready to attack at the slightest signal. The former Ferals, led by Kieran, had spread out through the surrounding forest, creating an invisible perimeter that no one could cross without being detected.
Nathan approached slowly; his hands raised to show he carried no weapons. He looked different than when I'd last seen him – thinner, with dark circles under his eyes. His expression was cold and calculating as he walked towards us with confidence.
"That's close enough," Ramsey called out when Nathan was about twenty feet away.
He stood before us at the border, with a relaxed posture as if he weren't facing dozens of warriors ready to tear him apart. The confident smile on his face made my blood boil. This was the man who had killed the Southern Alphas, who had sent Ferals to slaughter innocents, who had bombed my car.
