Dawn of the Heir

The mist clung to my skin like a cold shroud as Selene's words hung in the air, sharp and poisonous. 'His seed—carries the hunter's bloodline. Doomed, all of you.' My hand pressed against my belly, where Drake's cum still warmed me from the inside, a promise now twisted into threat. The grove felt heavier, the trees whispering secrets in the fading eclipse light, their branches sagging like weary guardians who'd seen too much. Blood pooled around Mira's side where Selene's ...