The scout's words hung in the air like smoke. Silver collars for the pups?? I felt the flutter in my belly kick hard, like my unborn baby had heard it too. My hand pressed tighter against the small bump that was only just starting to show. The witch's mark on my chest flared so hot I had to bite down hard on my teeth to keep myself from gasping out of pain.
Darius's arm locked around my waist like iron. Kane's knife was already out. Rylan's axe came off his shoulder with a low scrape.
"Say that again," Darius said to the scout, voice flat and deadly.
The scout swallowed. "Gamma Voss says… if the traitor isn't delivered by tomorrow night, he starts with the children. He will put silver collars on them and he already has has them ready."
