MEGHAN
The kids.
That was my first and only thought when a blinding pain shot through my arm: there wasn't much to think about – we were under attack, and I was alone with four little kids. Without even thinking, I dove into my mind to call my wolf, to shift, load them on my back, and fly home and lock ourselves in...
But with horror that froze my stomach with clawed fingers, I realized I couldn't. That part of me was progressively weakening at a terrifying speed, and it could no longer evoke a shift.
Silver. Only that damned material could do that – whatever hit me (an arrow, I realized, noticing it stuck and still vibrating in a tree nearby) must have been dipped in silver.
The kids started screaming as soon as they saw the blood, sharp and high-pitched screams. Instinctively, I sq
