Hazel's POV
The makeshift home I'd created for the children in the hidden cave system felt anything but safe at the moment. My limbs ached with exhaustion. Between Pip's earlier meltdown and getting the rest of the children settled, I was running on fumes.
I collapsed onto the worn sofa, letting my head fall back against the cushions. Five shifter children with unpredictable abilities and emotional triggers. What was I thinking? I wasn't equipped for this. Not even close.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the cave entrance. I tensed, ready to protect the children if needed, but relaxed when Orion appeared carrying several pizza boxes.
"Dinner has arrived," he announced, setting the boxes on the rickety table. But something was off. His usual confident demeanor seemed strained. Nervous, even.
I pushed myself up. "What's wrong?"
His eyes darted toward the cave entrance. "Listen, there's something—"