10. Draka 's POV
I have been sitting in the corner with my child, I can't even cry out anymore.My throat feels heavy with all my sobs.
“Please, baby. Please, wake up,” I gently rock my baby with a shuddering voice.
His eyes are shut as his lips are blue, his skin is turning gray, but I don't want to believe that my son is dead.
I'm praying to the moon goddess, I am promising to be her slave if she brings my son back to life.
The girls are all cleaning up and Isabella is standing close to the window, her hand pressed over her face. She is on the phone with Rowan .
She is still covered in my blood and so am I. My son hasn't been bathed, I haven't allowed anyone else to touch him.
“Alpha, I tried everything I could, but the child died,” she says on the phone.
“My son is not dea
