|| OKSANA'S POV ||
The days that followed the moonlit confrontation unfolded in an uneasy calm. As I navigated the delicate balance between newfound freedom and the lingering shadows of the past, a letter arrived, casting a dark pall over the fragile tranquility I had sought.
I opened the envelope to find Dimitri's elegant script, each word a venomous echo of a connection I had tried to sever. The threat, veiled in the guise of a plea, reached through the parchment to grip my heart with a cold hand.
"Oksana,
I trust this message finds you well. I have refrained from pressing our conflict further, but circumstances demand resolution. Raemon, our son, is rightfully mine by the laws that govern our kind. I implore you to return him to me voluntarily.
Should you choose to resist, I must w
