Chapter 4

I stared at the imposing double doors of the Thorne council room, my heart hammering against my ribs. Two weeks had passed since my miscarriage, and the mansion had become increasingly suffocating. Alexander barely acknowledged my presence except when cameras were nearby, and Vivian had taken to leaving her perfume-drenched clothing in our—my—closet.

Lyra stirred anxiously inside me. *Be strong. Whatever happens in there, we'll face it together.*

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy oak doors. The council room was dominated by a long mahogany table where the Thorne pack's business decisions were made. At its head…