The warmth of sunlight spilled across her face like honey. Jenna stirred against the silken sheets, the scent of lavender and smoke curling in the air. Her eyes fluttered open—slowly, heavily as though even her lashes remembered the weight of sorrow.
The room was quiet, with high stone walls veiled in soft, golden drapes. She didn’t know where she was. The bed beneath her was much too soft. The pillows cradled her like clouds. But the ache in her chest was unmistakable.
She remembered.
Alpha Ryker.
Alpha Kaelion
The bond.
The blood.
And the pain.
Her body curled instinctively as if she could still feel his arms around her; the warmth of them, the fury in them. Her hand reached out blindly, grasping the space beside her. Empty. Cold.
A sob escaped her lips.
He was gone.
Or she wa
