Jane
I was already out of bed before dawn, pacing the front yard and looking out for any sign of Vi.
I couldn’t sleep well last night; I kept having nightmares of him getting killed by the Alpha King and never coming back to me.
My repeated nightmares got rid of whatever sleep I was to get last night. I stalked out of the pack house, awaiting his return, praying hard to the moon goddess that she do me this huge favor by bringing Vishal back home to me, to us.
But when the sun rose high in the sky and there was still no sign of him, I lost my cool. I was wailing and screaming his name; I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was yet to return, and there was every chance that he might have been killed already.
And it wasn’t just me who was worried and hysterical—Ella was too. Even Ray was hav
