Sasha
As the last of the guests filtered out of the banquet hall, exhaustion settled deep in my bones. The naming ceremony had been beautiful, but long and emotionally draining. All I wanted now was to kiss my babies goodnight and crawl into bed beside Kieran.
I made my way through the quiet halls of the pack house, my footsteps muffled on the plush carpet. The nursery door was slightly ajar, a soft golden light spilling out into the corridor. A smile tugged at my lips as I pushed it open, eager to see my little ones.
"Time for mommy's goodnight kisses," I whispered, approaching the cribs.
But as I leaned over Aiden's crib, my heart stopped. Something was wrong. The blanket-wrapped bundle didn't look quite right. With trembling hands, I reached out to touch it.
Cold. Lifeless. A doll
