The room inside Gaelan’s home was thick with a suffocating, heavy silence, broken only by the sound of muffled and ragged breathing that came from Rafa. She sat at the wooden table, her face buried in her hands. The tears leaked through her fingers, dampening her skin as her shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs.
She could not believe it. The words Aldous had repeated to her felt like a physical blow, a nightmare made real. Tahla was alive. The woman who she had always admired and wished she had grown close to as her husband did, the woman they had all mourned and wept over, was breathing, but the relief of that miracle was instantly crushed by the horror of how she had supposedly died.
Varek. Their Alpha. The man they had sworn loyalty to, had hired rogues to hunt down and slaughte
