~Lyra~

Blood. 🩸. My babies.

My vision spun like the whole world tilted and I could not tell if I was standing or falling. My babies. Oh Goddess my babies.

The words would not stop repeating inside my skull and it felt like nails hammering into me over and over. This was not happening.

This could not be happening. I couldn’t loose them. It had to be a trick or a nightmare or some cruel illusion but the heat soaking through my fingers was too real.

I pressed my ...