The weight of Morgana's revelation hung thick in the air, suffocating Evelina with its implications. She clutched Luna tighter to her chest, her mind whirling with a maelstrom of emotions – disbelief, fury, and an overwhelming surge of maternal protectiveness.

"You're lying," she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Luna is my daughter, my flesh and blood. You can't take that away from me."

Morgana's laughter was a harsh, grating sound that set Evelina's teeth on edge. "Believe what you will, dear Evelina," she sneered, her eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "But the truth is, that mewling babe was never meant to be yours."

Jaxon stepped forward, his...