Kiara's POV
My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat as that thing disappeared into the sky.
And just like that—
My mind snapped back.
To the lake.
To that day.
To the Waning Ones, once again.
A cold, sick feeling twisted in my gut.
"…shit," I muttered under my breath, barely even aware I'd said it out loud.
Because I remembered - My baby—Mat—cold in my hands, barely breathing. My panic. My useless attempts to keep him alive.And then the witches stepping out like something dragged straight out of a nightmare.Like some dark twisted Messiah!
Watching me and my useless efforts.
I remembered how I'd scrambled back, clutching him tighter to my chest, desperate to somehow protect him. "Stay the fuck away from us," I had snapped, my voice shaking but loud. "I swear to the Moon…"
They hadn't even flinched.Not a blink.Not even a twitch.
They just kept staring…like I wasn't even worth reacting to.Like I was noise.
One of them had moved first.
