“No!” Ava’s wolf growled, leaping in front of her daughter. She took the brunt of a rogue’s attack, a fatal blow that would have ended Lora. Tim executed the rogue, but the damage was done. Ava collapsed, blood pouring from her wounds.
“Mother!” Lora cried, kneeling beside her. Her hands trembled as she tried to channel her healing gift, but she was too exhausted. Tears of frustration and fear fell from her eyes. “Please, Mother, stay with me.”
Ava’s eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and regret. “Elora,” she whispered, her voice weak. “I... I’m so sorry. For everything. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Don’t talk like that, Mother. You’ll be fine. I can heal you,” Elora insisted, her voice breaking.
Ava shook her head slightly. “I don’t deserve your gift. I... I met with … Alena
