I screamed as invisible claws ripped through my womb—not flesh, not blood, but something deeper. Something spiritual. My wolf shrieked in agony as a silver thread was torn free from my core, unraveling like mist in a storm.
“No—no, please!” I sobbed, collapsing to my knees. “That’s my child—stop—Lyra, stop!”
She crouched in front of me, her fingers hovering inches from my abdomen as silver light streamed into her palm, twisting into the shape of a fragile, glowing shard.
An unborn soul.
“You don’t get to claim heirs anymore,” she said softly. “That right belongs to me now.”
The shard dissolved into smoke and vanished into her chest.
I screamed until my throat bled.
By the time Kael finally arrived, I was curled on the cold stone floor, my body shaking uncontrollably as blood-magic residue crawled across my skin like frostbite.
He didn’t rush to me.
He stopped three paces away.
“What did you do?” he demanded, his voice low and sharp.
I lifted my head, tears blinding me. “Kael… our baby—something’s wrong. I can’t feel the Moon anymore. I need you—please—”
Lyra stood smoothly and stepped into his arms.