The morning light filtered weakly through the thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of a calm scent that was diffused in the air. Selene was still deep in the warmth of her blanket, her breathing slow, her dreams untroubled.
That peace shattered with the pounding of fists against the door.
"Selene!" The voice was sharp and frantic; it was Sara's. "Selene, wake up!"
Selene's eyes cracked open, her body reluctant to move. "If you're not dying," she muttered into the pillow, "you'd better have breakfast in your hands."
But Sara's voice cut any thought of laziness short. "Something's wrong...something really bad!"
Selene sat up slowly, stretching like a cat. "What is it this time?"
Sara didn't wait to be invited. She rushed in, hair a tangled mess, breathless from running. "The pack...Kellan's pack...they've gone mad. His father....he's furious. He's calling on every wolf in the city to find us. He's… he's hunting witches, Selene. Every single one."
