Kyra's POV
I jolted as the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the kitchen floor. A strange feeling washed over me, making my heart race.
"Kyra!" Nathan rushed into the kitchen. His beta was behind him with documents that needed signatures.
"Don't move," he said, "I'll clean it up."
I stood frozen, unable to shake the bad feeling in my chest. Sylvia stirred in my mind. "Something's wrong. I can feel it, "she whispered.
"Nathan..." My voice shook.
He rushed to me. He lifted me away from the glass and carried me to the living room couch. His hands moved over me, checking for injuries.
"Are you hurt? Where?" His eyes were full of concern.
I gripped his shoulders. "Nathan, please call your parents. I need to know they're safe."
He looked at my face for a moment, then nodded. He pulled out his phone to call his mother. The call made me feel better about his parents, but then my phone rang.
