Varg's POV

I twisted and turned on the bed, my mind racing. Ever since I saw Lyra pregnant, I couldn’t stop thinking about what to do. I had to find a way to fix everything, to protect her. She shouldn’t have to keep running, especially not now, not while she was carrying my child.

A sharp knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. I turned to the door, my heart thudding. Who could it be at this hour? Rising to my feet, I crossed the room and opened the door. Bethany stood there, her face pale and her eyes frantic.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice rough.

“They’ve found her,” she...