ra

one right next to our master bedroom, before he finally

The stress, the heartbreak, it was all making the pregnancy unbearable. My own wolf

there, pale

me into his arms, his touch once a source of profound comfort, no

ild. It was a foreign smell, an invasion. It screamed that he belonged to another. My body rea

w. I was too weak to stand. "Ple

all, my eyes closed. I just w

choed, not in the room, but in my head.

g. I need you." Her mental voice w

te. "I'm coming," he

ience. "I have to go help her," he said, as if it were the

Just li

myself up, my legs trembling. I made my way to the

the door was slightly ajar

roke what was l

een them, sleeping peacefully now, was her pup. They

lway, as Lyra's soft voice drift

amien?" she asked. "Whe

and press a soft k

soul. "Soon. I promise. I'll give y