Seraphina's POV
"The ships, so Elira has come." Myra's voice sounded through the place like steel.
My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Lyric could hear it, I put him on my chest feeling the small warmth of his body. Even in the face of war, his eyes could still calm me down.
Kira had rushed into the chamber, her blades were placed at her back.
"Scouts counted five ships, maybe even more, each was filled with shadow wolves and blood-bound soldiers, and they will be at the shore within minutes." She reported breathlessly.
"She has wasted no time. She wants the boy before the prophecy roots itself too deep." Zevryn rested heavily on his staff, his voice was low.
"Then she will not have him." I adjusted myself, not caring about my shaking arms.
"Seraphina—" Myra started, her tone was filled with fear.
"No, I've run and hide long enough. This fortress will not fall tonight and will not while my son still breath." I cut her off, my voice was breaking but firm.
