DEMIEN'S POV
I knelt beside Lena, my hand resting on her belly, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and anger. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic as she looked up at me, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, my voice softer now, the edge of my anger gone as I saw the terror in her gaze.
Lena shook her head weakly, her hand instinctively going to her belly. “The baby… I don’t know…” Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with dread.
My chest tightened, a mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I had come here to save her, to prevent the unspeakable horrors that had been intended for her. But now, the fear that I might lose her—and our child—gnawed at my insides. My jaw clenched as I scooped her into my arms, ready to get her out of this godforsa
