(Lyra's POV)
The night air crackled with an unnatural electricity as I made my way to Aiden's room for his bedtime story. Our bond had been growing increasingly unstable over the past few days, making it painful for Asher, Lucian, and me to be apart. Even now, I could feel them through our connection, both tensed with worry as they patrolled the pack grounds.
I pushed open Aiden's door, expecting to find him bouncing on his bed as usual. Instead, I found him sitting eerily still, staring out the window.
"Aiden?" I called softly. "Sweetie, it's bedtime."
He turned slowly, and my heart stopped. His normally bright blue eyes were completely black.
"Hello, little usurper," a voice that wasn't Aiden's said through my son's lips. "Shall we talk?"
"Get out of him," I snarled, my maternal instincts flaring along with my power. Silver light erupted from my hands, filling the room.