Seraphina's POV
"Mother."
I woke up with Lyric's voice saying things in my head. It was not his baby giggle, it was words which was clear as glass and filled with urgency. At first, I thought I was still dreaming.
But then I saw some movement that was too smooth and very careful, someone was even in my room already. I didn't breathe, my body went stiff, every muscle of my body was tensed.
Slowly, my eyes moved, and I saw the figure bending down near Lyric's cradle. A woman's shape but her outline glowing faintly, skin surged like water, my heart skipped, I knew instantly that she is a shapeshifter.
"Elira sends her regards," the figure hissed, her voice was low, covered as though two beings spoke at once.
My blood paused, my wolf growled, sharp and strong, pressing against my chest: "Move, Sera."
"Step away from him," I ordered, my voice was shaking but firm.
"You will be dead before you scream." The assassin turned her head, smiling too wide.
