Lilith’s POV.
The air has shifted around the pack house and a prickling sensation runs down my spine. I turn my head and focus on the energy in the room. The air feels heavy, thick, choking, like smoke.
“She needs you, Lilith. She is losing control.” The voice of my friend enters my head and I rush from the room and head in the direction of the alpha’s room.
I hear a shriek, and dread coils in my belly, no. It is not possible.
I push the door open and see the alphas both pinned to the wall as Pandora leaps up off the bed and lands gracefully as she walks towards them. The smoke curling around her feet. I watch her shoulders and they stretch and roll. The silver scars down her spine turn red.
“I have waited long enough.” That voice. I know that voice. Oh gods. Why? Why is it her?
“Ne
