Merida's POV
I watched in hopelessness and horror as Aldric's hand emerged from my daughter's chest, dripping with her blood.
"No. No, no, NO!" The words tore from my throat like a physical wound.
But Seraphina just laughed. Actually laughed as my child collapsed with a gaping hole where her heart should be.
"Face me, witch," the vampire elder sneered, spinning her poisoned dagger. "Your daughter is beyond help now."
That's when I saw them. The shadows. They weren't retreating from Maeve's broken body, they were swarming toward her, wrapping around her like living bandages, pouring into the wound Aldric had made.
"You don't understand, you fool!" I said, my voice deadly quiet as I watched the darkness consume my daughter. "Shadow lycans and vampires... we have a history."
Seraphina's smirk faltered slightly. "What are you talking about?"
