ALEXANDER
It’s been three days since we tried the witch’s spell. Three days since Mara’s words tore through me like claws.
No more… or cloaked.
The sound of those words still echoes in my head every time I close my eyes.
I’ve returned to my pack, but nothing feels right anymore. The halls that once felt alive now seem cold and hollow. Every scent, every shadow reminds me of her. I can still picture the way she looked the last time I saw her—the softness in her eyes, the way her hands brushed over her stomach like she was protecting something precious.
Now I don’t even know if that something still exists.
I stand at the edge of the training grounds, watching my warriors spar. They move fast and strong, but I can’t focus. My thoughts keep drifting back to her—Emmaline. Is she safe? Is
