Timothy pov

"Stay here," I say, getting out of bed. My wolf is already rising, sensing danger.

"Like hell," Penelope says. She grabs a lamp as a weapon.

We moved to the door together. I can hear shouting downstairs, footsteps running. The alarm is still blaring, piercing and loud.

I open the door carefully and look out. The hallway is empty but I can smell smoke.

"Fire," I say. "Someone set a fire."

"My parents," Penelope says, her face going pale.

We run down the hallway to their room. Marina ...