Lily's Point of View

The smell of blood and burning wood filled the air. Every crash and growl sent ripples through the floor as the packhouse's walls shook beneath the weight of combat. Marcus was fighting somewhere outside, his roars drowning out the howling of warriors engaged in combat in the darkness.

Aiden was crushed against my side as I stood motionless in the middle of the living room. His breathing was steady but rapid as his tiny fingers gripped the material of my sleeve. He wasn't crying, but he was afraid. In his brief existence, he had witnessed too much to waste time crying.

"Lily, we must leave!" The...