Celeste’s POV
The last thing I remember was the knife piercing my flesh, the warmth of my own blood spreading, and the world fading to black. But one thing held me back—his voice.
It kept me afloat, kept me from giving in to the darkness. Because I still felt guilt. Because I still loved him, even though he hated my very being.
Then, I hear him again. My alpha, talking to someone. His voice slowly pulls me from the deep sleep I’ve been trapped in.
My eyes flutter open. I’m in a dimly lit room, his scent—musk and spice—filling my lungs. I pull myself up slowly. Murmurs drift from the adjoining chamber, a private common area. The door is ajar; voices grow louder.
I hear Callix’s voice. My heart races when I catch my name.
“We’ve searched the colonies in the pack lands, but the clues ke
