Nyx's Mother's POV
Morning came slowly.
I'd dozed in the chair beside Nyx's bed, never quite falling into real sleep. Every sound in the corridor made me tense, wondering if it was him, if he'd come to face me.
But the night passed in silence.
Finn had eventually fallen asleep on the floor, curled against the wall. Isla remained pressed against Nyx's side, her small body rising and falling with each breath. She still hadn't spoken or made a sound beyond the occasional whimper in her sleep.
I watched my daughters in the grey morning light and felt rage simmer beneath my grief.
Two weeks since they'd dragged us from our home, since I'd watched my mate die, since I'd started wondering if my children would survive this nightmare.
And now the Alpha King thought he could make it right wit
