Chapter 180: Mother’s Fury

Elira

Liora stepped deliberately toward my baby’s cry, each footfall a chilling promise of certain harm. The thin, panicked sound cut through the forest air like a drawn blade. I moved before I could consciously think, lunging forward on sheer instinct, an instinct older than pain itself. My fingers closed around her ankle like a vise grip.

“Leave him! He is innocent!” I begged her, my voice raw and violently shaking, my tone pleading and fiercely desperate ...