Zayde's Point of View
Elijah steps inside, his presence filling the space without effort. His eyes sweep over us before settling on me.
“You wonder if she is strong enough, but what you should be asking is what exactly her wolf is fighting against. Because from what I’ve heard, this isn’t just about the bond anymore.”
I straighten slightly.
“What do you mean?”
Elijah folds his arms in front of his chest, the faintest crease forming between his brows.
“The rejection wasn’t a simple severing. It wasn’t clean. And now with her pregnancy... You need to understand that there are forces at play here that go beyond just mate bonds and wolves.”
The room is still. No one moves, no one speaks. My pulse quickens as dread coils low in my stomach.
“Elijah… just say it. What are you thinking?”
