Moira's next attack caught my shoulder.
Pain exploded.
Blood ran down my arm.
"How long can you last, I wonder?" Moira circled like a shark.
"Minutes? Seconds? How long before your body gives out completely?"
I didn't answer.
Saved my breath for fighting.
She attacked again.
I blocked, but the impact sent shockwaves through my arms.
My blade almost flew from my grip.
"Where's the divine power now?" Moira taunted.
"Where's the Luna who destroyed Vesper? Did pregnancy make you weak? Or were you always this helpless without your mate to protect you?"
Ignore her.
But surviving was getting harder.
My legs were shaking.
Vision blurring.
The three power sources inside me were destabilizing again—I could feel them starting to fight. The stress of combat pushes them toward con
