Nora's POV
I hold up the fractured piece of crystal to catch the afternoon light streaming through my window. The surface gleams with an unnatural crimson hue, exactly as Mack described. But this isn't blood smeared across the outside from some clumsy intruder getting cut.
The red stain pulses from within the crystal itself.
I turn toward my familiars, searching their expressions for answers. They caught the creature's scent and Rhianna managed a glimpse of something dark slipping between the trees, but that's all we have to work with.
"Time to find this bastard," I mutter, curling my fingers around the broken shard. I'm still wearing yesterday's black dress paired with James's crisp white shirt, my feet bare against the hardwood floor. My familiars trail behind me as I head inside, and I immediately start the coffee maker.
