Christina chose her eyes for a torn moment, before opening and landing on supplicants over an old woman. There was no time for her to be bitter. The child's life depends on it.

-Please .... - She never imagined would be so forceful to speak. - Please, Jezebel. I'm begging... Save her.

The midwife shook her head in disbelief.

-The little one is their puppy, isn't it? - Jezebel sighed deeply. - Foolish girl. You knew and did not try to miscarry a child or even request protection from the wolf who was her father. What did you expect?

The scolding fell heavily on Christina's still recent pains. The rejection by pregnancy was absorbed by something unexpected. The girl was his daughter. She could see the same strong features of the man she had despised in the delicate features that framed completely black eyes.

She wasn't going to give in to despair. Naturally, the child would inherit the parent's abilities.

-Jezebel! - She insisted pale. - You know as well as they want to kill a child. Take it from here. By Hecate... Tell everyone she was born dead.

Jezebel frowned.

-The little one has a little thirst and cries. As expected .... Give her a drink ...

Christina knew that. Only there was no time for discussions.

The old abbey, still asleep, awaits the dawn for the beginning of activities. It would not be possible to remove the baby before it was too late to save the girl's life. All she could think was that at least one child would survive all that horror. The baby would not share the fate that awaited her mother when she violated laws.

- It's a girl with the ancient lineage of wolves ... You know as well as I do ...

Jezebel grunted, arranging a blanket around the newborn, muffling her screams

A puppy of wolves! Who would say! And she was born alive ...

- Give it to the father. - The midwife scolded in annoyance.

-I can not! - Christina threatened to fall apart.

He would never accept a small one after the sorcerers' levity. Only after many years, once again, did a Lich walk among them.

The Harvest ritual ... Three tribes of wolf lineage combined by an ancient curse ...

The pure blood of lineage should be collected to restore the Staff's magic. Just as the Pieces of Four regain their original power.

At the beginning of time, the race was unique...

Chistina woke up screaming, looking at the damp and cold cell that held her without forgetting the hellish nightmare.

The child ...

It was just another dream.

The child was alive.

The Birth of Hecate's first guardian

A lightning-dark sky was replaced by charged clouds and was followed by a woman's scream.

The room was bright, lit by candlesticks.

Armed men dressed in black tunics with the emblem of the crescent moon guarded the place.

Cassie screamed again when pain swept through her body with a feeling that it was ripping through her.

Something was wrong.

It was not yet time, only a spell cast on her for the capture accelerated the moment. She contracted, biting her lip with a terrible perception of what was going to happen.

*God, please don't. Not now ...*

She was lying on a table in the centre of the room, surrounded by women, who prevented her from escaping. Her body writhed in painful contractions in her abdomen and back. They were becoming frequent and intense. The baby was going to be born.

Ah, sir, that was not a false alarm. She screamed again in horror when she felt the bag break.

*Richard...*, thought with despair.

-The baby will be born. Come on, push.

She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

James Macgrover further away just watched.

He was going to take the baby away as soon as the child was born. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

-Mayra, please ...- a young girl became stiff.

The gipsy stared at her indifferently.

- There's no point fighting. The bag burst. Push yourself. - a woman ordered without showing any emotion.

-No !!! -she shouted again in despair. It was just like in her visions.

That nightmare had become real. She couldn't keep her cool. The baby was still two months away, but what terrified me the most was the baby's movement. The musculature of the lower abdomen contracted once more.

-Power yourself. I think I can see the child's head. - Mayra exulted.

Cassie tried unsuccessfully to kick her to get the woman away. Strong hands immobilized her by the ankles.

*Rick, where are you? I need you...*

.-I'll kill you.- she swore as she gripped the sheet tightly. - I swear I'll kill you. Get away from me.

She was breathing hard with fear.

There was no way to protect her beautiful baby from that monstrous man. Cassie was scared, nervous and angry. All this and a little more. What were they going to do with the child? She was breathing too fast. The air did not seem to reach the lungs.

-Breathe. Slow down. Let's go. Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. It won't be long now.

Cassie was sure she was suffocating. Without protection from the wolves, Philip easily managed to win as Glenhouse's defensive walls. She still didn't know if Faith was still alive or her niece. The pressure increased in the spine region.

-Not so, you fool. Push when I tell you to. Push when the contraction eases.

-No!- Cassie gasped.

She experiences horror, knowing that she would no longer see a child, looking at Philip's hateful countenance. He hated that man. He was a monster.

*Richard!*

-Please, Phil... Don't do that. - she pleaded however bitter it was.

Despair now enveloped her in its grip of terror. As soon as the attack began, the guards protected women, old men, and children in the hope of buying time. An escort of Scarlet men was already available on the outskirts of the forest surrounding the castle.

Richard.

Rick had to be among them. Only he could prevent Philip from disappearing with their son.

She wondered if it would make any difference to her husband after she was born as the coven regent's natural daughter. In three months, he hadn't even looked for her. Exhaustion began to overwhelm her.

-He is arrested. Come on, push.

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