Raven reacts on instinct, dropping to the ground just as the witch lunges. She thrusts her leg out, sweeping the enemy off her feet. The witch crashes down with a sharp grunt, her dagger clattering against the dirt.
Before Raven can strike again, the Moon Goddess pulls her behind a thick tree, her expression calm but urgent. “They know my powers are limited in your realm,” she says, her voice steady despite the growing danger.
Raven’s heart pounds. “They’re here to kill you!”
The Goddess shakes her head. “No, Raven. It is not me they are after. It is you… and your unborn daughter.”
Raven stiffens, her breath catching. Instinctively, her hands move to her stomach, protectively cradling the life growing inside her. A surge of emotion. Fear, determination, something raw and ancient, flare
