"I didn't tell Kyllian because I didn't want him to worry," Ravena added suddenly, surprising them both. Her lips pressed tight, guilt flickering across her regal features. "But the same happened to me." She rubbed her arm unconsciously.
"She is targeting werewolf royalty," Damien said grimly.
"Again, Damien—Magnus isn't a werewolf," Luna argued. Her son's wails vibrated against her ribs. She hugged him tighter, as if her body alone could shield him from unseen chains.
"But you are," Damien countered, stepping closer. "And you are his mother." It was the second time he'd said it, as though hammering it into stone.
"Oh, hell no!" Luna spat, her anger flashing. She twisted around, storming down the corridor, Magnus still howling in her.
She tore into the woman's room, flinging the door open. "What have you done to my son?" she roared. Her eyes glowed.
But then—silence.
