"Blake was captured."
The sentence was enough to kill every conversation inside the small improvised camp.
The six werewolves were hidden in a forested region relatively close to the Capital, far enough from the main roads not to draw suspicion but close enough to enter Valentine territory within a few hours.
There was no campfire, no tents, or anything that would suggest a prolonged occupation.
Only a few stones covered by dark cloaks, equipment scattered among the roots, and natural-energy runes buried in the ground to distort the senses of any vampire passing nearby.
A large man with grayish hair tied behind his head raised his eyes.
"Captured how?"
"We don't know."
The werewolf who had brought the information clenched his teeth.
"His mark disappeared for a few minutes. Then it returned completely motionless inside the facilities."
Another stood.
"That's bad."
