Daisy woke to the sound of baying leopards.
Not the normal baying of pack members communicating or running patrol—these were different. Desperate. Afraid. Her hand flew to the Moon's Tear as she bolted upright, its steady pulse against her throat both reassurance and warning.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong, Twilight agreed, the leopard's presence coiled tight with tension. Listen.
Through the pre-dawn darkness, she could hear shouting now. The thunder of running feet. More howls, closer this time, carrying notes of pain and fury that made her skin crawl.
The Moon's Tear flared suddenly, its light filling the room with silver radiance. At the same moment, nausea rolled through her stomach—not morning sickness this time, but something darker. Something that made Twilight hiss and brist
