LENA'S POV:
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Alice cradle my child in her arms. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with a terrifying, manic gleam. My hands trembled as I took a cautious step forward, my voice low, calm, though inside, I was a storm of panic.
“Alice,” I whispered, “just hand him to me.”
Her grip tightened on my child, and she shook her head, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "No. No, you don’t understand. He’s mine now."
I reached out carefully, desperate to avoid triggering her, but as my fingers grazed my son's arm, Alice’s body tensed. She suddenly shoved me back with surprising strength. I stumbled, nearly losing my balance.
“I won’t let you have your way!” she said
My body felt weak already, from the constant threat of the rogues
