THIRD PERSON'S POV
Luna Clara managed to drag her feet back into the pack house. Her entire body still felt woozy from standing for too long. And yet, she'd do that over again in place of having her daughter think she was a few inches away from dying.
But then, the poor girl wouldn't be wrong to think so. Her health had deteriorated since the first time she'd slumped, and it wasn't getting better.
The pale woman abruptly stopped in her tracks when she saw the bulky figure of her husband backing her. “And I, perhaps you've sent your child off to school?” His low voice rumbled through the walls and reverberated through her.
The blood drained from Luna Clara's body. She gasped for air to her already tight lungs but it didn't help. “Anderson I—”
A cackle pierced through the atmosphere, c
