ARTHUR'S POV:
The house was on fire and filled with smoke. I jerked awake on the bed, looking at my mate as she slept somewhat peacefully, oblivious to the flames that threatened to turn the house into an inferno. I quickly reached forward to tap her awake but stopped with my hands mid-air. There was someone else in my house.
Someone who moved with the stealth of a fox. There was a person with murderous intent very close. Seeking to destroy. And while these feelings crawled through my spine and lit my body with adrenaline, I finally heard it. The screams just outside my home, I could see the fire burning from outside my window indicating that it wasn’t only my house that had been set on fire. We were under an attack.
Quickly, I reached for my mate once more, intending to wake her up
