The horns sounded again, closer this time, low and ugly like something dragged up from the dead mountains. I pushed off the bed before the brothers could stop me, my cloak already half on. My hand went straight to my belly out of habit now. The flutter answered, stronger than yesterday, like the unborn child could hear the threat and didn't like it.
Darius was on his feet in the same heartbeat, ice-blue eyes locked on the window. "Not Shadowpine. That's witch-work. She's testing the mark she put on you already."
Kane strapped on his knives without a word, his stare flat. Rylan grabbed his axe from the wall, grin gone sharp and mean. "She said the child quickens fast. Guess she wants to see if we'll crack before the moon even turns red."
