“Hera!” I cry, rushing to her and hugging her neck. She’s curled in a ball asleep on the front porch and barely lifts her head. “You look so tired.”
“Don’t let them put silver in your food,” she says softly. “It’s only making you weaker. It’s impossible to build a tolerance to silver.”
I nod. “We’re going to have them stop soon. We can’t let the queen find out.”
“Do it soon,” she cautions, sliding her head onto my lap. “He’s a strong pup. They don’t want anyone stronger than they are, even the heir.”
The sound of my mate chuckling pulls me from my sleep. I crack my eyes open to see my mate staring down at me with a smile on his face.
“I thought you wanted to feel the sun on your skin,” he says.
I shrug. “The moon feels good, too. Besides, I thought it might help Peter gro
