Lily’s POV
Marcus Flint stepped fully into the cold underground bunker, and my breath caught in my throat. The room fell into a dead, terrified silence. The crying babies stopped making noise as their mothers pressed them tightly against their chests. The red eyes of the three giant black wolves behind Marcus glowed like hot coals in the dim space. Marcus looked around the crowded room until his eyes locked onto my face. His smile widened, showing his teeth. He looked completely crazy.
"Did you really think this old house could save you, Lily?" Marcus asked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. He tapped the flat side of his bloody knife against his leg. "The Blood Moon pack is weak. Their warriors are dying out in the woods right now. And you are finally going to do what you were born
