"Father!" My voice was a raw scream, but it was lost in the chaos. My mother, our Luna, rushed to his side, trying to pull him back, but more rogues swarmed them. She fought fiercely, her eyes blazing with determination. I saw her break a rogue's neck with a twist of her hand, but then another lunged at her from behind. She fell to her knees, clutching her bleeding side, and I could see the life draining from her eyes. She reached for Father's hand, but both were gone too soon-too fast.
"No! No!" I tried to run to them, but a warrior grabbed my arm, yanking me back. "You can't, Nadia!" he yelled. "You need to—" His words cut off as a rogue leaped upon him, ripping out his throat. His blood sprayed across my face, hot and sticky. I stumbled back, my legs trembling beneath me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I was going to die here.