I opened my eyes to blinding white.
There were soft footsteps and the sound of someone quietly sobbing. My body felt unbearably light, like something inside me had been hollowed out.
“Isabella?” a gentle voice called.
Cool fingers brushed across my forehead. I turned my head and saw her.
Luna Bianca. My mother.
Her eyes were red from crying, but she tried to smile. “You’re awake… thank the Moon.”
I barely whispered, “The baby...?”
Her fingers trembled. Her smile vanished.
“I’m sorry. We were too late.”
My heart clenched. I reached down toward my belly. It felt empty. No movement. No warmth.
Gone.
The child I had fought to protect—endured everything for—was gone.
The door opened with a burst of energy.
Father.
Alpha Enzo stood tall, cloaked in black wolf fur, radiating rage. H
