“Yes,” I whispered. “I just… I just need to go back first. I need to get Ezra. I’m not leaving without my son.”
“We’ll help you,” he said firmly.
But right then, my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
My heart dropped when I read it. [I knew you can hear now. You took the bait, dear fake luna.]
My blood ran cold. It was Mira. She knew I could hear. She knew I went home. She knew I found out.
I tightened my grip on the phone. “Jace… I have to go back. Right now.”
“Elira—”
“My son is there,” I whispered. “If Mira knows I can hear, she won’t sit still. She’ll do something. I can feel it.”
Jace’s eyes sharpened. “Then go. I’ll send my warriors behind you.”
I nodded, turned around, and ran again. But the moment I stepped back inside Winterfell Pack, it was chaos. Warriors shouting. Omegas running. Wolves shifting. Panic everywhere.
“What happened?!” I grabbed the closest maid.
The maid’s eyes filled with fear. She quickly used sign language, [Your son… was kidnapped. At the hospital.]
My heart stopped. “No…” My knees weakened. “No—no—NO—”
I grabbed her arm desperately. “Who took him?! Who—”
The maid shook her head, crying silently.