Ingrid Devereaux's POV
I smashed the crystal glass against the wall, watching it break into a thousand pieces. My hands shook with rage.
"What do you mean Elias is gone?" I asked, glaring at the messenger who cowered by the door.
"He left with the girl, Luna Devereaux," the young wolf stammered. "After the light in the forest. Everyone saw it—like the sun itself had fallen to earth."
My heart dropped to my stomach. Amara had changed. The prophecy was coming true despite everything I'd done to avoid it.
"Get out," I snapped. When the servant didn't move fast enough, I roared, "NOW!"
The door slammed behind him. I closed my eyes, trying to slow my racing thoughts. My boy. My only child. He was with her—the monster I'd spent eighteen years trying to keep him away from.
I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who might understand.
"It's happened," I said when she answered. "Amara has awakened."
Celeste's voice was strained. "I know. I was there."
