Eloise's POV
The house is quiet, the sound of the wind blowing the branches of the tree against the glass grating my nerves.
I am stuck in this stupid bed, tied down with IVs as purchased blood drips slowly into my veins. Thankfully, due to my foresight, we were able to store enough of Annalise's blood in cold storage to last me until the next decade as long as I'm careful with myself and my fragile body.
A body that is now bruised and aching, struggling to hold onto the small life growing inside of me. Now that Logan has found his other children, he doesn't seem to want mine anymore.
No, that can't be true. His sense of responsibility is too strong. He'd never set me aside.
"You used to think he'd never hit us either," My wolf, Emberly, growls. "Or that you'd get caught at the ga
