Amber's POV
A giggle comes from Ryker's highchair. He's laughing at Paige's attempts to feed him baby food. I don't blame him. She's wearing more of it than he's eating. Who wouldn't laugh? My chuckles die off when a glop of applesauce hits my shoulder. I reach for a rag, my eyes catching Claire's worried expression as I do.
"They're going to be okay," I say as I nudge Claire's shoulder.
"My wolf doesn't think so. I should run upstairs and get my phone. Maybe he's called by now."
Before she can stand from her chair, a loud crash comes from the front door. Four warriors guarding the foyer fly through the air, landing near us. I pass Ryker to his mother and instruct her to run. Paige and I watch them disappear before we turn our attention to the front. Everything has gone quiet
