Elder Seraphine's POV
My hands shook as I ran down the collapsing stairs toward the hidden vault, while Matthias's words echoed through the pack house above me.
"Hello, children. I've come to collect my stuff."
Seventy years of guarding this pack, and now I was about to break the most sacred trust of all. The grimoire I'd sworn to David Shadowbane on his deathbed that I'd never open was our only hope of understanding what was happening to Zander and Kira.
The basement wall burst inward just as I reached it, sending stone flying everywhere. Through the hole stepped three Shadow Army troops, their silver eyes glowing with that new, impossible light.
But they weren't attacking.
They were praying.
"Elder," one of them said, his voice filled with respect. "We've come to help."
I stared at the skeletal fighter. "You're supposed to be killing us."
