That night, Elara couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her children's cold faces from the images.
When she finally drifted off, the nightmares came. But these weren't just dreams. They felt real. Too true. She stood in a world twenty years in the future.
The sky was gray, and massive walls surrounded what used to be their pack area. But now it looked like a castle. A jail.
"Welcome to the New Order," a familiar voice said behind her. Elara spun around and gasped. It was Kira, but grown up.
Beautiful and scary. Ice crystals floated around her like a cap, and her eyes held no warmth at all. "Kira?" Elara whispered. "Baby, what happened to you?" "Baby?" Kira laughed, but it sounded like breaking glass. "I haven't been anyone's baby for a long time, Mother."
The word 'mother' came out like a curse. "You taught me that power is everything," Kira continued.
