Days passed, and Evelynn barely moved from the bed. Time blurred into itself. Morning became night, and night became morning again until she could no longer tell how many days had passed since Midas locked her inside the cellar.
Nothing felt real anymore. She hadn’t saved the pack, and her parents were falsely accused of treason, banished to live like rogues. Leo was dead; Beta Phillip was dead. And somehow, Alpha Malcolm and Luna Dalia were fighting for their lives.
The only fragile thread holding her together was the knowledge that her parents were still alive.
The lock clicked softly. Evelynn’s entire body tensed. She feared Midas had returned. She remained curled on the bed, but her eyes drifted toward the door.
Henry stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. A wide, almost comica
