Emily’s POV…

I yanked Dean away from Sierra’s arms, clutching him tightly against my chest as I took a step back, keeping my son far from her. My heart pounded, my body trembling with pure rage.

I glared at her, my voice dangerously low. "Why were you with my son?"

Sierra simply tilted her head, a smug smile curving her lips. "Relax, Luna. I was only playing with the little one."

My grip on Dean tightened.

"Stay away from him." My voice was sharp, filled with a warning I hoped she understood. "I don’t want to see you anywhere near my son again."

Drake, who had been watching in confusion,...