Elara felt the room spin. "Marcus is my father?" Her legs buckled, and Kael caught her before she hit the floor. "Impossible," Kael growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "My father would never—" "It's true," Tobias interrupted, his old face lined with fear.
Rain dripped from his clothes onto the cabin floor. "Luna Evelyn confirmed it with her dying breath." "Dying?" Ronan burst through the bedroom door, Darian right behind him. "Mother is dying?" Lightning flashed, illuminating the fear on the brothers' faces. "We need to go. Now." Kael's voice turned hard, his Alpha order filling the small space. Tobias shook his head. "Not all of you. They're waiting for that." "Who's waiting?" Elara asked. "Marcus and his trusty guards. He's gathered them at the main house." Tobias took a deep breath. "But first, you need to hear the truth. The whole truth." "We don't have time," Kael hissed, already moving toward the door. Tobias blocked his way.
