AMARA’S POV

Empty.

That is what I felt as I carried my child through the cold woods before making it into town. I had no idea where I was going, or who to turn to for food or shelter. I was just... lost.

My baby began to tremble in my arms, a sneeze leaving her lips followed by the growl of her tummy. She was hungry, cold and tired.

I do not know what magic she possessed or how much energy it took to heal Ian, but I will never put her in such a draining situation again. Who knows the last ...