Ava's POV
"Let go of my kids, you twisted bastard!" a voice howled, talons gleaming under the moon, slicing through the storm-drenched night.
I tried to lunge toward Jace and Rhea, my pulse racing, but my legs refused to move, like they were trapped in thick mire. "Mommy!" Jace cried, his tiny arm stretching out to me, his tone quivering with terror.
I strained harder, squeezing my eyes shut, willing my body to shift, but the world tilted around me, like in a hazy dream. "What the f**k is going on?" I snarled, my voice trembling, fear gnawing at my insides.
"Help us, Mommy!" Rhea wailed, her words cracking, tears pouring down her cheeks. Their forms began to dissolve, fading into a swirling fog, like they were being wiped away.
"No!" I roared, desperate to grab them, but something—or
