Ava: Sister Miriam's Warning

A low, mournful keen jerks me out of a dead sleep.

Beside me, Aurum's massive form twitches and writhes, soft whimpers escaping his muzzle.

"Selene, what's happening?"

I think Lucas is waking, Selene's voice echoes in my mind. She's curled protectively around Aurum, her silver head resting atop his golden one.

My breath catches as hope surges in my chest. It's taken so much longer than I expected.

Aurum lets out another pitiful whine, his paws scrabbling against the sheets. I reach out instinctively, wanting to comfort him, but Selene's head jerks up.

Enemies.

"What do you mean?" My question is sharper than intended.

Intruders. Get dressed. Now. Kellan's on his way.

I bolt out of bed, even though I don't understand.

Then a strange, vibrating ping resonates inside my head.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.