Luna
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as Willow's words sank in. The Elders had found a witch who could track hybrid magic. My babies were in danger.
"When?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How long do we have?"
Willow moved to the window, peering out into the darkness as if expecting enemies to emerge from the shadows at any moment. "Days, perhaps. A week at most."
I went to the crib where Orion and Lyra slept peacefully, unaware of the danger closing in around us. Their tiny faces were so innocent, so perfect. I gently touched Lyra's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips.
"I won't let them take you," I promised softly. "I'll die first."
"That won't be necessary," Willow said, turning back to me. Her face looked older in the dim light, the lines deep
