LARA
I wanted to chase her. Every primal instinct in my body roared to hunt the witch down myself, to tear her apart for what she had done to my babies. The thought of her blood on my claws sang through my veins like a siren’s call. But their weak, broken cries anchored me instantly.
Vengeance would come later—my brothers would ensure that. Right now, my children need their mother more than the monster inside me needed retribution.
“Mama…” Maria’s small voice trembled, fragile as a dying leaf in the wind.
The others stirred at the sound, their tiny arms reaching for me with the last dregs of their strength.
I dropped to my knees in the center of the desecrated ritual circle, the cold stone biting through my jeans. Moonlight filtered through the cracked ceiling above, bathing us in it
