#Chapter 243: Lost Bloodlines

Olivia “You really don’t have any idea?” Freya’s words, although only uttered telepathically, seemed to echo throughout the moonlit forest. I shook my head, my brow furrowed. “Explain,” I murmured. Freya nodded. “Very well. Let me tell you a story…” …The chill of a winter’s night surrounded my secluded cottage. The moonlight cast a silver glow on the frosted grass, and everything was silent except for the faint whisper of wind through barren trees. That tranquility was shattered by an urgent pounding on my door. I opened it swiftly, not expecting any visitors, only to find Kamran, disheveled and gasping for breath. His eyes, usually calm and composed, mirrored a storm of fear. “Freya,” he panted, “the baby... she’s coming, but something’s wrong. She’s not... not coming out properly.” Heart pounding, I grabbed my shawl and the small satchel containing herbs and sacred stones I always kept ready. Without a word, Kamran and I raced