I wished that this wasn"t real. I hoped it was all a dream.
Hellana lay in her bed with a gash, big enough to tear out a baby, in her stomach. Blood soaked through the blankets, sheets, and mattress. I scrambled to my feet and stumbled toward the bed, collapsing on the side of it and taking her in my arms.
“Get Thayer!” I screamed, knowing that he wielded magic to heal wounds. He had done it for me with the engraving he had cut on my chest for the Crispen Pack so many weeks ago. “Someone, get Thayer!”
“On it,” Darius said.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
If what I saw was real—and it was based on Hellana’s baby being stolen—then Mom really was alive. She was raped and forced to bear children so that evil, vile man could create an army of his own brainwashed soldiers.
“My baby!” Hellan
