Esme
Shock filled me as the glass shattered around me in my store. Every single one of my brand new windows exploded into tiny pieces, falling onto my perfect hardwood floors. Erik flew through the front door with speed I had never seen from him with fear in his eyes. I looked at him with confusion. I hadn’t lost control of my magic like that in a long time. Shields became second nature. Something I could do without thought. This didn’t make sense.
“Are you okay?” Erik asked, eyes wide with concern. He stepped carefully around the glass as I continued to stare.
“I’m not sure,” I said softly, turning to get the broom.
“Esme,” he called softly. “Should I call Lucas?” he asked when I turned around.
“He is in Snow Moon. The lycans are attacking,” I replied turning back and reaching fo
