Sky-mist Canyon, The Wolf Tribe, inside the largest blue brick house.
The afternoon sun streamed through the lattice windows, casting patterns on the tiles of the master bedroom floor.
Luna Sutton lay resting on the couch, holding her belly, covered with a thin blanket, when she suddenly awoke from a nightmare.
Her face was pale, clutching her wildly beating heart, her fingertips tightly gripping the beast skin blanket.
In her dream, Malachi Arcanus and Mael Valerius were falling into a pitch-black abyss, struggling with bloodied bodies, and there was Kian Sterling, turning away with a cold smile, as sinister as a demon from hell.
Remembering that Malachi had gone to the Southern Grolnok to hunt today, her expression turned even more grim.
She was about to ask the system.
