Moira's POV

"We saw you have some kind of episode," Malcolm says. His tone is carefully neutral, but I catch the skepticism underneath. "Whether it was a genuine vision—"

"It was real." Margaret struggles to her feet, waving off Dimitri's supporting hand. "I saw the children. Saw their future." She looks directly at me, and her expression is haunted. "They will be born during the blood moon—only two days from now."

My breath catches. "That's ...