“Get away from him!” I shrieked, desperation clawing at my throat. I flung myself at the rogue, but it was like fighting a shadow. The creature tossed Noah aside like he was nothing.
“No!” I collapsed beside him, cradling his limp body in my arms. Blood soaked through his shirt, staining my hands. “No, no, no… please, God, no! Noah!"
I felt a mix of anger and hurt but I felt a mix of rage and pain swell in my chest, but there was no time to dwell on it. I looked around for Damon, my mate, my supposed protector. Where was he?
“Damon!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “Help! Where are you?”
I spotted him across the clearing, running—running away—with Leah, my sister. While I fought for our son’s life. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and the breath escaped my lungs.
“Luna!” Claire shouted, pulling me back to reality. “We have to go! More are coming!”
But I couldn’t leave. Not like this. Not with Noah. “Noah, please! Open your eyes!” I whispered, cradling his head, desperate for a sign of life. His little eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t wake.
“Mommy…” he mumbled, barely audible. My heart shattered into a million pieces.