Asher’s POV
I tried everything to get Isabella to sleep, and now, after hours of mourning her child, she’s finally resting. Lying beside her, I listened as she spoke about all the dreams she had for her baby—the nursery she wanted to decorate, the lullabies she planned to sing. She was so happy to finally have a child after years of suffering. And now, that happiness has been ripped away.
Maris killed her baby.
The only punishment she deserves is death.
I needed to leave, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk out the door. I didn’t want to leave Isabella alone, not like this. Just as I debated staying, my phone rang. Michael.
I answered immediately. “Speak.”
My eyes widened as he delivered the news—one of the people responsible for poisoning my pack had been caught.
“Thank you, Michae
