Elora Reid's POV.
“Draven,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper as I shook him with desperate, frantic movements. He remained still, unresponsive to my pleas. A chilling laugh echoed through the air, the sound grating against my raw nerves. The woman who dared to claim the title of my mother stood over me, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight as tears streamed down my face.
“Don't cry so hard yet, love. Your suffering is only beginning,” she sneered, her voice laced with venomous satisfaction. Her grip tightened on my skull, her fingers digging into my scalp as she dragged me away from Draven’s unmoving form. A primal scream tore from my throat, a sound of pure agony and terror. I thrashed, I writhed, I clawed at the ground, desperate to return to my lifeless mate – my mate, the one
