Selene's pov
The rain wouldn't stop falling.
By the time we walked to what was left of the ruins, I could stand up. The place was really ruined and probably not safe for us to stay anymore.
I bent under the arch. Jasper clung to my neck, arms tight, his fingers cold.
“Mama, you’re shaking,” his small voice called out to me.
“I’m fine,” I said, though I could barely make out the shape of my son.
My knees gave out. I hit the ground hard, gasping, holding him close so he wouldn’t fall. My blood spilled down my side.
“You’re not fine. You’re bleeding again," Jasper said, running to my side, staring at me with those innocent eyes.
I pressed my palm to my side. That bastard’s claws had ripped me open again. Warm blood slicked my hand, and my vision blurred.
“I can fix it," I tried to
