The first sign something was wrong came when the nursery fell silent. As any parent knows, silence isn't peace—it's suspicious activity in progress.
I jerked awake from my impromptu nap, disoriented and immediately alert. The specialized wolf cub enclosure we'd built—essentially a miniature playground with enough security features to make the Pentagon jealous—was empty.
Completely empty.
No silver-gray fur. No mischievous blue eyes. No thoughtful amber gaze. No cubs.
"Kieran?" I called, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Did you move the twins?"
No answer. Of course there was no answer. Kieran was in a strategy meeting with Gabriel, Roland, and the Council representatives. I'd been alone with the cubs, who were supposed to be napping after an exhausting morning of attempting to chew R
