Actions have consequences

Emily and Heather had barely settled into their usual routine when the rumble of engines broke the morning calm. They exchanged puzzled glances as they peered out the window, expecting nothing out of the ordinary—perhaps a delivery truck or a gathering of neighbours. But what they saw made their blood run cold.

A long line of black SUVs and cars rolled up the driveway, filling every inch of space in front of the house. Emily's stomach twisted as she watched the doors open and a group of burly, stone-faced men climbed out. They were dressed in dark clothes, their powerful builds and unwavering expressions unmistakable. They were pack warriors.

Liana was the last to step out. She was flanked by her guards, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Emily felt a chill crawl down her spine. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

"Mum," Emily whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, "what's going on?"