Elena’s POV
I screamed like my voice had been trapped for years in deep pain and silence. My throat felt raw, my body suddenly turned to ice. I looked down at my hands, still shaped as though I were holding my son just seconds ago.
But now, he was no longer in my arms.
Everything suddenly felt hollow—the chamber, my soul, the world itself—like a giant hole had opened at the center of existence.
Everything was wrong.
It was as if the world itself had recoiled from what had just happened.
I turned and saw Ezira’s dead body. It lay there, limp and lifeless. I had killed the only person who truly cared for me, all in the name of a ruthless beast.
Somewhere in my mind, I prayed this was a nightmare—one I would wake from.
I laid my limp body down and hummed a song that came from nowhere.
