Erick
The journey back to the kingdom was long, yet my mind had been elsewhere the entire time.
Sophia’s face lingered behind my eyes, the way she curled into the sheets, hand resting protectively over her stomach, the silent plea in her expression even as she refused to voice her torment.
Leaving her had been like ripping my own heart out and tossing it into the sea, but I had done it.
For her. For us.
But when the familiar outline of the pack grounds rose into view, I sensed immediately that something was wrong.
The air pulsed with noise. Laughter and Music.
The kind of revelry that belonged to festivals or great victories.
The closer we drove, the more obvious it became that the kingdom was alive with celebration.
Lights flared across the pack hall, garlands and banners hu
