Estella’s POV
As if sensing the impending doom, Bree’s father grabbed Young Bree and ushered her into the other room, ordering her to hide and stay quiet. She tried to cling to his arm, but he whispered something in her ear, and she finally let go, disappearing into the bedroom.
The moment he joined his mate, the front door flew off its hinges. I stayed by the wall, slowly circling the room as figures clad in black poured inside. My heart raced even though I knew they couldn’t see me, and no matter how hard I tried to peer into the shadows that hid their faces, it didn’t work.
Bree’s parents shifted into their wolf forms and lunged for the attackers without a hint of hesitation. They both moved with lethal grace that spoke of power and serious training—her father tackling the first atta
