MIRA POV
The scream from the pack nursery made me drop my coffee cup.
I ran toward the sound, my heart racing. As Aria's best friend, I'd stayed behind to help protect the pack while she and the twins went to fight the Shadow Lords. But I never expected trouble to find us here.
The nursery door was hanging off its hinges. Inside, three pack mothers were backing away from something in the corner. Their faces were white with fear.
"What's wrong?" I asked, pushing past them.
That's when I saw little Tommy, the Alpha's nephew. He was only five years old, but his eyes were sparkling green. The same sick green color I'd seen in Shadow Lord power.
"Tommy?" I said slowly. "Are you okay?"
He turned toward me and smiled. But it wasn't Tommy's smile. It was cold and mean and way too old for a five-year-old face.
"Hello, Mira," he said in a voice that made my skin crawl. "We've been waiting for you."
"We?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I didn't want to know the answer.
