Liana's POV
"Luna, please," Mary said, her voice soft but firm as she approached me. "You need to calm down."
I was still standing in the middle of our destroyed bedroom, my chest heaving as I searched for something that would never be found. My baby. My son. Where was he?
"He was here," I whispered, my hands trembling as I touched my stomach. "He was moving yesterday."
Mary stepped closer, her eyes filled with something that looked like pity. I hated that look. I'd seen it too many times lately from everyone in the pack.
"Luna, you lost the baby days ago," she said gently. "Remember? You were in labor, but he didn't make it."
The words hit me like ice water. Cold. Shocking. Real.
"No," I shook my head violently. "No, that's not right. I would remember losing my baby."
"You were in
