Jake's POV
"Move faster!" I shouted, carrying Mrs. Henderson's twin babies while she limped beside me on her broken leg. "The bunkers are only fifty yards away!"
Behind us, the pack house was tearing itself apart. Every window burst at once, sending glass flying like deadly rain. The silver light pouring from inside was so bright it hurt to look at, but I couldn't stop looking.
Because somewhere in that impossible light were my best friend and his mate, and I was losing them both.
"Jake!" Tommy, one of our younger pack members, grabbed my arm. His face was covered in blood from a cut on his forehead. "The children in the nursery - they're trapped!"
My heart stopped. The nursery was on the second floor, right above where Zander and Kira were losing their minds to old magic.
"How many?" I asked, already knowing I was about to do something stupid.
"Seven kids, plus Miss Sarah watching them."
