Sabrina's POV
I never wanted to go to Alaska to see the northern lights ever again.
Most of my despair simply stemmed from my own pathetic, delusional wishful thinking.
I never should have harbored any expectations for an alpha who was about to belong to someone else.
It was yet another sleepless night.
With my life force rapidly draining away, I was no longer able to shift back into my wolf form to heal.
I could only lie there with my eyes wide open all night, watching the sky outside my window shift from pitch black to dawn, watching that first glimmer of morning light get ruthlessly swallowed up by the pale red sunrise.
I knew that for a werewolf, whose very existence relied on a powerful healing factor, this endless insomnia and my inability to channel my wolf soul were rapidly
