CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Moonlight filters through the canopy of trees that arch over Golden Paw, casting eerie shadows that mimic the dark thoughts swirling through my mind. Every rustle of leaves sends my heart racing, my ears straining for any sign of Ford's return. Anxiety gnaws at my insides like a caged animal desperate for release.
I pace the length of our room. As an Omega shifter, I don't possess the brute strength of an Alpha or Beta, but my telepathic abilities offer me a different kind of power—one that also terrifies me. If they knew, would they see me as a weapon? Or worse, a threat?
"Ford," I whisper into the night, hoping against reason that he can hear me, feel me. We may be engaged to be mates, but the distance between us has only grown since he took on his father's mantle. H
