“Alpha,” Malcolm’s voice called from the shadows before she could respond to him. “The scouts are back. Devlin’s ship is ashore at the dock. The crewmen left behind have been… dealt with. Inquires indicate there were eighteen shifters with Devlin when he headed inland towards the trading post this afternoon. There is a woman matching Cara’s description with him.”
Desiree felt her heart leap into her throat as Declan kissed her forehead. “If I don’t return in three days… Go back to Blackstone, you have a home there for as long as you live.”
“What about your crew headed towards the Fated Islands?”
“I gave them my final orders. If they find Devlin’s pack on the Island they will rescue any Sweetkane survivors with them and then fight to the death. Then they will return to either encounter us on the water or to this island to find… our remains and bring us back home.”