77. Raven
“It is the only way we can take over. Yes, it is the only way you can become stronger than Norman.”
That name. The moment I heard it, my heart skipped. I turned quickly, the rustling leaves crackling beneath my feet as my gaze landed on her.
My former stepmother.
“W-what are you talking about?” My voice cracked. The words scraped my throat, as though fear itself held them captive.
“We want to sacrifice your pups girl.”
She spoke as if she were casually reciting numbers on a chalkboard. Cold. Calculated.
My heart froze, and then thundered against my ribs.
“W-what? N-no!” I blurted, arms instinctively folding over my womb. My body moved on its own, curling slightly, protectively, as though by shielding my belly, I could shield the innocent lives growing inside of me.
No. N
