Sergei and his mother and sister were lingering on the edge of the woods, drawn by a very powerful force-or at least he and his sister were; his mother wanted to accompany them. Zoya was gazing around at all the death that was shown here, and Sergei, well, he wanted to drink it all in.
Polaris, Ksenia, Enif and Jupiter were at home with Belladonna, who was days away from giving birth. She had met her soulmate, a Tarben boy. A grandson of the Dane King. He was Sergei’s half-brother, which he found fascinating. Would that make Belladonna’s children his half-nieces and nephews? He was sick of being stuck at home where he couldn’t sniff out and analyze all the bloodlines of all the packs.
Sergei dared a few steps into the woods, but an orange flash lit up the sky and he saw his sister crumple, heard his mother call their names-then he too blacked out, his mother the only one immune.

“Je serei, ton allier, ton alien!”