Misty POV
I saw my mother standing by Wyatt, her figure looming over him as we clashed. Fear and anger coursed through me, my heart pounding in my chest. She had taken so much from me, made me believe I was the problem, and now she was trying to hurt Wyatt. Determination surged through me as I pushed through the others, feeling the heat of their attacks grazing my skin like searing fire.
Then, I witnessed Wyatt collapse before my eyes. My heart skipped a beat, lodging itself in my throat. The weight of the moment settled upon me. My mother's attention turned to me, a mixture of triumph and malice in her eyes. Wyatt was defenseless now, vulnerable to their lethal intentions.
In that moment, I made a choice. I locked eyes with Wyatt unconscious on the ground, my voice barely a whisper as
