“So he hacked into my dreams?” Savannah asked.
“And into those of my wolves. How do we wake them?”
There was a long silence, and Neve frowned. “I’m sorry, Jaxson, I don’t
know—but that doesn’t mean the information isn’t out there. I’ll keep
digging in the Archives.”
Savannah looked between us expectantly, like there had to be more that
could be done. “I’m not sitting around while people read books. What can we
do?”
Neve’s expression darkened, and a slight breeze rose around us. “Find
him, and don’t sleep until you bring him down.”
“Right.” Savannah swallowed. “Simple as that.”
The scent of her despair tore at me, and I knew she needed something to
cling to. And for no conceivable reason, I wanted that to be me.
I stepped close, and she shivered as I let my alpha presence surround her.
“We’ve learned quite a bit. Kahanov wants to toy with us through dreams and
have his minions do the dirty work. He’s never attacked you himself. What
does that suggest?”
Savannah tilted her head and gazed up at me. “He’s afraid of direct
confrontation?”
“Exactly. He’s weak or afraid we might best him in a fight. We need to
hunt him down. Thanks to Amal, we know he’s in Italy and on the move.
That tells me that he needs something beyond the grimoire. We just need to
get to it first.”
“How?”
“We find the Viper and see what she knows.” I nodded subtly to Neve. “I
asked an old ally with deep connections to look into it. My guess is we’ll
know where the little snake is in less than twenty-four hours. Until then,
Neve looks for a way to break the sleeping curse, and we rack our brains for
every other possible clue we’ve overlooked.”
I poured my alpha presence into Savannah and Neve, drowning their