And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

The door to the panic room closed, and within it, the cameras that had been scattered throughout the house revealed the scene before me.

The chaos that would slowly consume us.

"You're doing the right thing," my mother said softly as she took Pollux from my arms.

"Am I, though? My mates are out there, and I'm stuck in a panic room with my children, my mother and a Seer, instead of out there fighting for my pack. No offense, Priscilla."

"None taken," she replied with a wicked smile as she brushed off the jab I made.

My mother couldn't say anything. What was she to say? She wasn't one of us.

I didn't want to think the way I was, but I couldn't help it.

What kind of Luna did that make me? What kind of goddess did that make me?

The guilt that swirled and filled me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I stood there watching the cameras, and as I did, I watched the front doors blow open. The cracking of wood splinters shot across my foyer as a gasp left my lips.

"They just broke my fucking door," I snarled, watching two wolves enter my home downstairs. Their massive forms caused more damage than I would have liked. It was not long-lasting, though, as Kara appeared into view, slashing her sword through one of the wolves as if it was nothing and then stabbing the other.

Their mangled bodies dropped to the floor as I heard her snicker, shaking her head before stepping in front of the doorway. She was staying true to her word. Guarding the house and protecting us was top priority, but I couldn't allow her to do this alone.

It wasn't right, and she was only one person. From the looks of it, hundreds of wolves were out there, and my mates were somewhere in the mix. "I have to get out there."

I could feel their pain and anger through our bond. It was fueling a fire deep inside me that wanted to escape. A fire that wanted to destroy everything I held dear.

"You can't do anything for them," my mother said as she laid her hand on my arm. "You're safer here with us."

Turning to face her once more, I shook my head in disbelief. "How can you say that?"

She seemed shocked and a little taken aback but pushing through it, she opened her mouth and

surprise me. "They are fighting to protect you. You're not built for this kind of thing, Ivy. You're safer here, just like the rest of the women and children are in the bunker

I wasn't built for this?

I was the fucking Luna of this pack!

"This is my birthright, mother. You may not understand that, but fate proclaimed me their leader. Fate proclaimed me to be what brings forth peace."

"What are you talking about?" she asked as her brows furrowed in confusion.

"It doesn't matter," I muttered, turning back to glance at the cameras. "There is more to this than you realize."

"Don't tell me it doesn't matter, Ivy. I am your mother."

I cringed at her words. Not because

she said she was my mother, but because of the tone she was using loved he dearly, but her ignorance of how this world worked killed me. She had no idea what she was in, but she sure liked to think she did.

Just as I was about to say something, I watched three figures on the screen come into view, and as they did, my blood ran cold.

The elder Alokaye stood side by side with Allison. A woman who was supposed to be dead, and at her feet, kneeled a man I knew all too well.

It was Damian, and he was their prisoner.