The east wing was quiet and isolated, and Rashel had chosen it intentionally.
The stone walls muffled sound, and the wide windows overlooked the jagged cliffs of the northern ridge. It wasn’t the prettiest part of Alpha Jethro’s estate, but it was the farthest from him, and that had been the point of the move. To get away from Jethro and Veronica and any drama. She just wanted to breathe and have alone time with her unborn child.
She stood barefoot near the hearth, watching embers flicker in the fireplace. Her mug of tea had gone cold in her hands. Silence wrapped around her like a cloak; it was heavy, but she welcomed it. Other than the solitude, there was no real comfort in this separation, only necessity.
Across the compound, in the heart of the western wing, Jethro stared blankly at
