The Werewolf's Bride
Elara moved, faster than thought, leaping across the crater in a single bound, claws extended.
The Order reacted, blades flashing.
Kael roared, charging after her.
Seraphine loosed arrows, covering them.
Elara reached the leftmost figure, slashed the cloak, tore the bundle free.
She ripped the cloth away.
Lyra, real Lyra, silver-black fur, wide eyes, tiny claws reaching.
Elara pressed her to her chest, shielding her, turning to face the Order.
The other two bundles, both figures opened them simultaneously.
No children.
Only silver needles, dozens, glinting in torchlight.