Avery's heart skipped, her instincts screaming that something was wrong.
Ethan pulled back slightly, his gaze narrowing. "What is that?"
"I don't know," Avery answered, standing up quickly. "But it doesn't sound good."
They rushed toward the door, the tension in the air thickening. Avery felt the weight of the prophecy pressing down on her shoulders as they stepped into the hallway.
A figure appeared at the end of the corridor—one of the pack members, out of breath, eyes wide with fear.
"Trouble," the man said, voice shaky. "Liam... he's coming. And he's not alone."
Avery's stomach churned. "What do you mean? How long until he gets here?"
"Not long," the man replied, stepping forward, his eyes flicking between Avery and Ethan. "You need to get out of here. Now."
Ethan's hand instinctively reached for Avery's, pulling her closer. "We're not running. We're staying to fight."
