Kieran

I watch Daciana sleep, curled on her side in the pre-dawn darkness. She hasn’t slept much since we arrived in Silver Stone Pack territory—none of us have—but exhaustion finally claimed her an hour ago. Her face is peaceful now, a sharp contrast to the devastation I know waits for her when she wakes.

Once my mate was asleep, I combed through the entire house. Traces of magic were everywhere. I was not surprised.

I rub my hands over my face. I know the feeling of loss all too well, but I never wanted Daciana to experience it.

Light creeps through the windows, and her eyes flutter open.

“Kieran?” she...