The Luna’s heart stopped at her daughter’s voice. She turned, only to see a Wanderer lunging at Aurelia. Without thought, she abandoned her guard, sprinting to her child’s side. Her blade cut clean, striking the Wanderer down.
For a fleeting moment, relief. She gathered her daughter in her arms, her hands trembling as she brushed Aurelia’s face. “Are you hurt? Tell me!”
But Aurelia’s blue eyes widened in terror. She lifted her small finger, pointing behind her mother. Her lips quivered, but no sound came.
The Luna turned… too late.
Kaelthorn was standing there.
His blade plunged deep into her side, twisting cruelly. A guttural cry tore from her throat as blood spurted from her armor, and from her mouth, staining her lips. Kaelthorn leaned closer, his wicked grin spreading wide in sick
