Evelyn
The royal siblings and I rush down the stairs as screams amplify from the main palace, the pop of the fireworks no longer a dazzling invitation but a dreaded warning. From inside the building, we can’t see where the next ones are hitting.
“Evelyn,” Alexander calls as we pass the third floor, “I want you barricaded in our room with your mother. Emma, stay with them to protect them.”
“They won’t get past the main building,” I shoot back. “Mom will be safe here by herself.”
There’s a possibility that this was a malfunction of the fireworks, but with the tension between lycans and werewolves, we’re all thinking this was a coordinated attack. Otherwise, Alexander wouldn’t be asking for me to barricade myself in our room.
“I’m trained to fight, and I’m the daughter of a healer,” I ad
