Without turning to them, I let that last layer drop. “I lost my wolf six months ago. I can’t sire an heir.”
As their gasps ring out, I don’t wait for their response.
For the drive back home, I take the top of my car down and stretch my arms wide, as if shedding an invisible burden.
Since Vanessa’s cremation, her mark has slowly been fading away. With each passing day, I feel a little lighter, like a brick is taken off my back each day. But my overall strength is still dwindling.
The wind whips through my hair along the winding roads of the mountain, a cold sting against my skin. It’s a welcome distraction.
The sight of the iron gates of the estate, and Seren’s empty window, almost makes me hit reverse, but I just want to crash.
“Can I send some soup and bread over?” the housekeeper a
