Kieran's POV
The red beam of light shot through the sky like a warning. My heart pounded as I ran back toward the safe house, leaving the ritual site behind. The twins had somehow started the gate opening process without me. Without Sienna.
My wolf growled inside me, demanding I turn back to find her. But Elena and the pack needed me first.
I broke through the tree line at full speed, skidding to a stop at the sight before me. Wolves scattered in fear. Children crying. The smell of fear so thick I could taste it.
"Alpha!" Morgan spotted me first, running over with blood smeared across her face. "Thank the moon you're here."
"What happened?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders. "Where's Elena?"
Morgan pointed toward the main house. "She's hurt. Badly."
Ice filled my veins as I sprinted toward the cabin, pushing aside anyone in my path. Inside, I found Elena lying on a homemade bed, her neck and shoulder torn open. The smell of silver poison filled my nose.
