Varg’s POV

“Daddy, I’m scared,” Moon whispered, her small fingers clutching the blanket as she looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes.

A cold chill crawled up my spine at the sight of her trembling lips, her innocence tainted by the horrors she had witnessed.

I sat beside her on the bed, brushing a strand of dark hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let anyone hurt you, your brothers, or your mom.” My voice was firm, a promise carved into my soul. “I’ll make sure that evil man never comes near us again.”

Moon’s lips curled into a relieved smile, though the fear still lingered in...