It was very confusing at first because I couldn't remember a fire burning in that room.
But then I remembered. There was no fire in Haworth's room, but there was one in my wolf's memories.
The scent of sulfur made me nauseous, and the black smoke spread like fog all around us. I recognized the house and I recognized the people standing in front of me—two women, one blonde and one brunette. The witch and the new mother.
My wolf was having trouble standing in one place, but apparently, she'd been given an order. Someone screamed from the front of the house—a woman—and my wolf's need to howl and run for her was incredible. But she couldn't. An order was an order, no matter how much she hated it. Once again, I was in awe of her self-control.
It felt like night had fallen, but it was still daylight. The brunette was holding her baby close to her chest, crying like the world was ending, while the witch was trying to get her to let go.
"Leave her, Elizabeth. We're running out of time!"
