The morning air in the Blackridge courtyard was bitterly cold, the frost clinging to the cobblestones and the heavy iron wheels of the Lycan King’s royal carriages. The entire pack was gathered in absolute, terrified silence to watch the departure.
I stood near the open door of the black carriage, the heavy furs Alaric had given me wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I was waiting for the one concession I had begged for.
Cassius walked toward me, his jaw locked so tight the muscles in his face twitched. In his arms, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, was my newborn son.
Cassius stopped just two feet away. His green eyes were bloodshot, completely devoid of the faux-repentance he had tried to sell me in my bedroom yesterday. He looked at me with pure, unadulterated venom.
"Don't try
