My heart thumps hard, trying its best to knock my ribs out of place with excitement. "Is everyone okay? What's going on?"
Vanessa's eyes unfocus as she communicates with her mate. Waiting is like being bitten by a squad of fire ants, each prickle against my skin beginning to burn as I squirm, impatient for answers.
"He doesn't want to give any answers until we see him, but he said things are stable." There's an uncertain waver in her voice, but I keep quiet as she speaks with Vester, feeling my own unease building.
Stable.
That could mean a lot of things, and they aren't all good.
Marcus stiffens beside me and I glance out the window, expecting to see something on the road.
Nothing.
"There's a few scouts nearby," he says after a long pause. "Vanessa, you sense them?"
"Three," she confirms. "I'm not familiar with them, but I recognize them."