Desiree's POV
I sat in the oversized chair, feeling so small and fragile after Ray left the place, my hand still resting protectively over my stomach.
The baby was moving so restless with the tension in the room.
“He’s not thinking straight,” Zachary whispered, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Ray has always been the one to hold us together, but Lira… she’s his twin. It’s like half of his own soul is dying in that infirmary.”
“That doesn’t give him the right to become a tyrant,” Brandon snapped. He was still standing by the table, staring at the empty doorway. “To threaten us? To call us enemies? We’ve bled for him. We’ve fought for this pack before we even knew we belonged to it.”
“Brandon, calm down,” Grayson said, his voice the only calm thing in the room. He walk
