Zachary's POV
I sat in the armchair by the hearth as the sunlight spilled into my chamber with my laptop sitting forgotten on my knees.
I had spent the last three hours trying to track Maeve’s digital footprint, but my mind kept drifting back to the bed.
It was as though my wolf didn't like that I wasn't emotionally available for Desiree. He wanted to be out for her. Wanted my fangs hovering over her still body but I didn't want to be the one carrying the whole disturbance.
Desiree looked so small under the silk duvets. She wasn't tossing or turning anymore and her breathing was now so smooth and soft.
Something I have been praying to the moon goddess for. She was too fragile and soft to be facing this kind of trouble every damn time she woke up to live.
"She's been under for
