Godiva PoV.
“Mother, I seek your protection for my children.”
After ensuring that Castor and Pollux were still holding their ground in battle, I returned to the cottage. I offered a prayer to my mother, the moon goddess, asking for the safety of my children, our pack, and all the werewolves. The weight of the world pressed heavily on my shoulders as I stood at the threshold of the room, watching the twins peacefully sleeping. My heart clenched, knowing that we would soon be separated.
They awoke with weary faces. Care and Mia rubbed their eyes, their identical expressions reflecting confusion. I had made a decision—a decision I hoped would guarantee their safety, even if it meant a temporary parting.
“Listen to me,” I began, keeping my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging
