POV: Ember
I couldn't stop staring at my babies.
They were sleeping peacefully in their carriers, not knowing that in two days their mommy might be dead. Or that their daddy might be dead too. Or that all three of the adults who loved them most in the world might disappear forever.
"Ember, you need to eat something," Ash said, bringing me a sandwich.
I pushed it away. "I can't. My stomach hurts too much."
"You have to keep your strength up for the ritual."
"What if I don't do the ritual?"
Cade looked up from where he was sitting by the window. "Then you die in three days, and Ash and I die right after you."
"But the babies would still have Jake and the pack to raise them."
"Ember, don't talk like that," Ash said.
"Why not? Maybe that's better than risking all three of us dying and leaving them with nobody."
That's when my daughter started crying. Not her normal hungry cry or sleepy cry. The scared cry that meant something was wrong.
