I still remember the day of the battle clearly. The bloodshed, the chaos, the feeling of loss.
The day started like the last few we'd been having. We met up in Damien's study. Selene was so pregnant she could barely move, and Harlan, as much as I hated to say it, was right, she was about to pop.
As if her mate wasn't worried enough, Violette came bursting through the door with terrible news, gasping for air. This weirdly felt like a deja vu.
"They are going to go after her," she started, immediately sitting down and nearly collapsing. It seemed like she wasted a great amount of her dark energy, and regular energy, to get here.
"After whom?" Callum rushed to her side.
"Selene," she said. "They know she's defenseless.."
"I am not defenseless," Selene protested.
"They know she is weakened," she corrected herself, "and they want to take your child as well, possibly kill it."
Selene looked horrified and Damien was absolutely fuming.
"How do you know?" Elowen asked.
