Kael appeared in the middle of their burning pack house, alone. Smoke filled his lungs as he spun around, looking for his mates. "Elara! Ronan! Darian!" Only silence answered him.
The Moon Goddess had separated them, just like she promised. But where were the others? And where was Celeste's army? A growl echoed from the kitchen.
Kael created ice daggers in both hands, moving carefully through the destroyed tunnel.
Family pictures lay broken on the floor. Claw marks gouged the walls. "Looking for someone?" a familiar voice purred. Celeste stepped out from behind the ruined stairs, but she looked different.
Her blonde hair now had silver streaks, and her eyes glowed with the same eerie light as the trial beings. "Where are my mates?" Kael ordered, ice forming around his feet for better grip. "Safe," Celeste smiled coldly.
