Grandmother Stone POV
My walking stick hit the hospital floor so hard it cracked the tile. The shadow creatures froze like someone had pressed a pause button on a scary movie. Even at ninety-three years old, I still had enough power to make the darkness listen to me.
"Back!" I shouted, and my voice echoed through the hallway like thunder. "You have no claim here!"
The shadows hissed and turned, but they couldn't come any closer. I had been the pack's guardian for seventy years, and some things never forgot to fear me.
But my heart was breaking as I rushed toward Emma's room. The little girl's silver light was getting brighter and brighter, just like I had feared it would. The forecast was coming true, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"Grandmother Stone!" Dominic called out as I pushed past him into Emma's hospital room. "What's happening? Why are there shadows everywhere?"
