Rey sat in the darkened corner of the castle library, the wavering flame sent stretching shadows dancing across the walls. Her eyes were fixed on the old journal on the table, the pages filled with ancient writings, symbols and spells she had begun to understand. It was the only relic from her past life—her former self, according to Sybil.

The library was a temporary refuge, hidden far from the eyes of anyone who might be searching for her. She had escaped the Lycan King’s mother just days ago, her heart racing from the danger she narrowly avoided. But now, as the days passed and her pregnancy began to show more...