When disaster strikes, it brings its children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, leaving no stone unturned in making sure it hits where it hurts the most. And now, both Ravenna's and Alaric's time had come. They were no exception.
After crossing through the woods on their way back to the house, they stumbled upon the most terrifying scene of their lives.
One: hundreds of shifted and unshifted wolves surrounded the house.
Two: Nyx was kneeling on the ground, held up by her sisters, appearing completely unconscious.
Three—and the most horrifying of all—little Riven was in the hands of Lycan King Darius, who was twirling a dagger over the child's tiny belly.
Ravenna felt all the strength drain from her body, and she stumbled backward, nearly collapsing if not for Alaric's swift reflexes as he caught her.
"Long time no see, my dear grandchildren," Lycan King Darius spoke, his gaze shifting from Ravenna to her brothers, who were equally petrified, especially Luke.
