Chapter 87

Morrigan’s POV

I lay in the periphery, feeling as if I am about to explode. My energy split down the center, creating a forcefield to shield the miracle blossoming in Emma’s womb. It is mine and Kalen’s heir. This miracle should not be possible. Emma is special. This child is special. It must survive but so must Emma, my Emma.

I watch as she’s fading. I shield as much pain from her physical body as I can without taking from the forcefield around our child. I’m slipping. I can feel my magic fading. I’m being pulled away, into the darkness. Preparing for the worst of all situations, of losing my first and only chance at having a child. In the thousands of years of existence, I was granted a love as pure as mine and Kalen’s. My heart is breaking at watching this unfold.

I feel a warm familiar sensation, almost like a hug washing over me. The warmth envelopes me, sending a purple hue around my body. The hue twists with my own green magic, creating a beautiful twirl o