The god-killer blade stopped an inch from Elara's heart. Time froze.
Everyone stared in shock as the weapon hung in the air, unable to move forward. "Impossible," Marcus whispered.
Baby Love floated down and touched her mother's chest. Where the blade had almost entered, golden light spread across Elara's skin. "You cannot kill love," the baby said simply.
"Love protects itself." The weapon collapsed to dust in Marcus's hands.
But before anyone could celebrate, the sound of cars roaring up the driveway filled the air. Dozens of them.
"More are coming," Lydia warned, looking out the broken window. The first truck burst through the front gate.
Armed figures jumped out, wearing black outfits with a silver symbol - a dead wolf with a crown.
"Hunter's Alliance," Selene breathed in fear. "How did they find us so fast?" Leading them was a figure that made everyone's blood run cold. Celeste Rivers.
But this wasn't the broken, crying Celeste from minutes ago.
