Lyla
The moment my eyelids shut, the kitchen around me faded away, and I found myself standing with Nymeris.
Since her death, I could no longer communicate as effectively as I did when she was here, so each time she had important information to pass to me, I went to her instead.
And since I cannot shift because of the babies, too, this was a better solution.
Nymeris's world was filled with swirling mists and the soft glow of moonlight that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"What's wrong?" I asked her as she stood before me
'Danger is coming Lyla,' Nymeris said. 'Multiple supernatural signatures are moving with coordinated purpose. They're not random attackers, this is a planned assault.'
"How many?" I asked, hoping my racing heart won't jump out of my chest.
'At least seven, possibly more. The same corrupted scent we detected at the crime scene, but stronger now. More focused.'
"The same creatures that killed those people?"
