Elara had trouble sleeping. The words of Alpha Marcus kept
playing over and over in her mind: the prophecy calls for her
blood to be spilled freely. Dawn wasn't coming for hours, but she
needed to find Luna Evelyn right away. It was quiet in the west
wing as Elara crept through the dark halls. She jumped at every
sound. The old nursery door was slightly open, and there was a
dim light inside. "Luna Evelyn?" Elara whispered, pushing the
door. There was no one in the room. There were toys all over
the floor. Three small beds that were once used by the triplets
were strewn around in the corner. "She's not coming." Elara
spun around. In the dark, Darian stood in the doorway, his silver
eyes shining. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Saving
your life." He stepped closer. "My mother was caught trying to
leave you a message. Father has her locked away." Fear gripped
Elara's chest. "Is she okay?" "For now." Darian looked at the
