Elena Torres (POV)

"No..., give me my baby. Don't do that to him," I cried bitterly as I struggled to take my baby from the giant standing before me.

He was heavily built with muscles and thick skin, his face was covered with a mask and his hair was cut low dyed blue. The sight of him alone is enough to send cold chills down my spine but how can I leave my baby to him.

"Lena, Lena, Lena. Wake up is just a dream, your baby is safe. Hey, look at me," Andrew called, shaking me as he called my ...