Chapter 291: Nightwalker Booby Trap

XENOIS   "There's still a nightwalker left," Riley said, standing abruptly. His voice had gone cold and calculating, every trace of childhood innocence stripped away. "In the house. Hiding. Waiting."   Then he was moving, dashing out of the room and down the stairs with speed that made my wolf's hackles rise. Lake followed immediately, leaving Lumina and me to exchange shocked glances before we rushed after them.   By the time we reached the main floor, Riley was already in the center of the living room, the orb held high above his head. The smoke was swirling around him----darker now, more substantial, coalescing into something almost solid.   And then it moved, faster than I could track. Black smoke shot across the room and grabbed Ollie, who'd been standing near the doorway. My son screamed, and every protective instinct I possessed roared to life.   I was moving before conscious thought, ready to tear the smoke apart with my bare hands if necessary, but Riley's voice cut through th