I woke up to the unsettling quiet of the morning. The space beside me in the bed was cold, and Faruk was nowhere to be found. Not that I cared. I sighed, feeling the weight of yesterday’s events still heavy on my chest. My mind was a mess of contradictions, emotions I didn’t want to feel, and thoughts I didn’t want to think.
I turned over, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the room in soft morning light. I blinked at the sight of something unusual outside—there was movement, more frantic than the usual peaceful activity of the pack. Curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled myself from the bed, padding barefoot across the room to open the blinds.
What I saw made my blood run cold.
Diago.
My heart lurched at the sight of him being held by two large men. They were gripping
