Marina ran.

Not away from danger, but toward her daughters. Toward the nursery where Sera and Luna slept, vulnerable and unaware that an older version of one of them was coming to kill everyone in the pack house.

Silvain ran beside her, their bond screaming with shared terror. Through the connection, Marina felt his primal need to protect his pups warring with his tactical mind trying to process the impossible.

"It doesn't make sense," he panted as they rounded a corner. "If future-Sera wanted us dead, why announce her arrival? Why give us warning?"

"Because she wants us to know why we're dying," Marina said, her shadow magic reaching ahead...