(Kieran)
I don’t sleep. Not really.
Being Alpha means someone is always bleeding, or fighting, or dying. Tonight it’s just my head that won’t shut up.
Isla.
Three weeks. That’s how long she’s been in the east cottage. Three weeks of bread that smells like home and a wolf who flinches every time someone says her name too loud.
She’s pregnant. With Zayden Ashcroft’s pup.
I knew the second I smelled her. Silver. Cold. Politics. The whole pack knows too. They just haven’t said it to my face. Yet.
The war room is cold. Six elders, Jonah, Tessa. Everyone’s looking at me like I started a war by leaving my front door open.
“Call this to order,” I say. “We’re talking about the female in the east cottage.”
Elder John doesn’t even let me finish. “The pregnant one. The runaway.”
“She has a
