John’s breath hitched as he noticed something unusual on the babies’ wrists—tiny, identical birthmarks in the shape of a crescent moon. His mind raced. He had seen this mark before.
Years ago, a young woman had shown up at his farm, frightened and desperate. She had spoken of a secret, something she could never reveal, before disappearing into the night. Could these babies be connected to her?
Bella let out a low growl, her ears perked. John turned sharply and saw movement in the trees. Someone was watching.
With his heart pounding, he wrapped the infants tighter in his coat and hurried back to his house, locking the door behind him. The wind howled outside, and in the dim morning light, shadows moved just beyond the fence.
Who had abandoned these children? And more importantly… who was coming back for them? 
