Mora's POV
This girl will not die on my watch.
That was the promise I made the night Lucien staggered into the grove holding Aisla half-dead in his arms as her blood saturated the moss and her power spilled uncontrollably into the air. ,
And if the promise broke me, so be it.
Every morning started the same.
I lit the incense and arranged the stones in a circle. Then I draw symbols from ancient times with my staff, and let the word carved into my bones pour fervently into the atmosphere.
The shield demanded it.
The old shield around the grove was strong enough to hide me and my secrets. But it was never meant to cage a child of Moonblood. Not one who carried the raw spark of the Goddess in her veins.
To hold her here and blind the world to her aura, I had to invoke the basement shield. A protection older than even the Alpha line. A place the elders did not know of, but I did.
So the cost was mine alone.
