Liam’s blade lay forgotten on the ground. His eyes burned red. His voice broke.
“They… took my child.”
Selene crawled to him, her hands shaking. “She screamed for you. They dragged her.” She sobbed. “I could not stop them.”
Liam pulled her close, holding her face. “It’s not your fault. I should have been here.”
Damian walked in, blood on his armor. “Where is Dayla?”
Selene’s whisper shook. “Gone.”
Damian’s roar split the air. He slammed his sword into the ground. “Those bastards!”
Alyn leaned on Virelle, face pale, but his voice was steady. “They came for her. Not the castle. Not us. Only her.”
Virelle frowned. “They will use her blood for their dark spells.”
Liam’s chest heaved. His claws tore through his hands. Silver gleamed. His growl shook the stones.
“No one touches my chil
