Chapter 4

The morning light filtering through the curtains did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my once-vibrant aura had dimmed to a pale flicker. My wolf whimpered inside me, still grieving our lost cub.

I pressed my palm against my empty womb, the phantom pain a constant reminder of what Alexander had taken from me. Three days had passed since I'd lost our baby in that silver-lined basement, and he still hadn't acknowledged…