The mysterious knocking had left them all frozen and alert. Marcus stood ready to fight, his ancient instincts sharp. Kai's werewolf senses were working overtime, trying to smell who was outside. Callum had gone into protective dragon mode, his relaxed posture now tense and ready. Even Linda had straightened in her chair, clutching her notebook like a shield.
Future Nova was the first to tilt her head with recognition. "Wait," she said, her voice carrying a note of confused hope. "Do you hear that?"
They all strained to listen.
And then they heard it.
The soft, melodic sound of a baby crooning.
Not crying—crooning. The kind of happy, contented sound that babies make when they're perfectly comfortable and utterly delighted with their surroundings. It was coming from the other side of the front door, accompanied by what sounded like a gentle, masculine voice speaking in soothing tones.
