Mara
DEEP IN THE NIGHT
“All non-fighting house members and staff to the bunker! We are under attack!”
Alpha Vander’s voice rang through the mind-link, snapping me out of sleep like a slap to the face. My heart was racing before I’d even opened my eyes. Disoriented, breathless, but awake.
I didn’t understand how I could hear Vander’s call directly. But I didn’t have time to question it.
I turned and shook Tiffany, hard. She groaned, confused, but I kept shaking her until her eyes fluttered open.
“We’re under attack,” I said, already on my feet. “Get Emma and get to the estate bunker. Now.”
Panic shot across her face.
“Do you know where it is?” I asked.
She nodded, shaky but clear. Thank the goddess.
I threw on clothes as fast as I could, heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.
