Seraphina's POV
"Mother."
The word spread around through the place like a poison, and for just a while, I even forgot how to breathe. Lyric moved in my arms, a small whimper was just sounding out from his lips, his glowing eyes were widening as they locked onto the boy standing in the moonlight.
Cairo, Elira's son, her weapon which is my son's brother.
"Don't you dare call me that," I whispered, my voice was sharper than the wind of the sea.
"Then maybe I should just only call you his mother for now." He turned his head, his white hair was glowing like a frost in the silver light. His eyes were very empty and merciless that looked at me before settling down on Lyric.
Lyric pressed his face on my chest, and he was already trembling. My wolf protested directly that I should protect him, saying tear the other apart.
