The Alpha's Defiant Luna
It hummed with power, ancient and terrible, a piece of the darkness that had consumed the twins.
Elena picked it up, her fingers closing around its surface. The cold seeped into her skin, burning like ice. She felt the twins' presence, faint but unmistakable, like a distant whisper in the dark.
"Where are they?" Elena demanded, her voice raw. "Where has she taken them?"
The shard pulsed, and a vision exploded in her mind—the twins suspended in darkness, their wrists bound, their bodies aching. Elara stood before them, her cold eyes fixed on their faces.