Serena's POV
The wind howled outside the Redwood Pack’s main lodge, rattling the wooden shutters like a restless spirit.
I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling the weight of my unborn child shifting beneath my palm. The life inside me was a stark contrast to the cold, hollow feeling that had settled deep in my chest.
Kristopher had been pacing for hours. Back and forth, like a caged predator, his fury barely contained beneath the smooth, practiced mask he wore for his pack.
I had seen that mask slip before.
I knew what it looked like when it shattered.
And I knew—any second now, it would.
A sharp knock broke the silence. Kristopher stopped moving instantly, his head snapping toward the door. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing Jarek.
Jarek, a wiry, sharp-eyed man who alway
