Alyssa’s POV
It’s been a month since the invasion of the Grove.
Thirty days since the world I thought I was building crumbled to ash around me.
They have moved me from the cage to a room—not lavish, but quiet, with a window that lets in slivers of moonlight.
I get escorted on daily walks through the stone courtyards, always with two guards close behind.
I’m not mistreated, not starved or beaten. But I’m not free either. I’m a wolf in a gilded cage, waiting for the verdict of fate.
Waiting for the Moonborn Pack to claim what’s left of me.
I sit by the window, fingers tracing the frost-lined glass. My breath fogs the air. My heart feels hollow.
Alpha Conan wants me back. He’s made it very clear through whispers that echo through these walls. Through the looks the soldiers give me. Th
