ra

r was thick with his scent-pine and thunderstorm-but now it was tainted, mixed w

dn't s

books, anything that held his scent. I grabbed them, armful after armful, and

acket onto the growing pile, a sle

mi

or Lyra with a tenderness that made my throat close up. He carefully t

heard him murmur to he

s walking by. He saw the scene and a wide smile spread acr

ed with genuine warmth as he looked at Lyra. "Cong

is was how it happened. A lie repe

apped his arm around Lyra's shoulders, pulling her closer, and s

his pack, I w

doorway amidst the chaos I had created. He

ed towards me, leaving Lyra by the car. "I

sked, my voice flat, devoid of emotion.

ake a scene," he said dismissively

etting out a small cry. Damien's att

inality. "Lyra and the baby will be staying here from now on.

his pregnant, fated mate to live with

ker of hope i