Layleen
My conversation with Sheryl leaves my mind in shambles. As if it weren't enough that our former alpha abandoned us, we're now expected to assimilate—not just into any pack, but Blood Moon itself.
Two weak, broken women like us… We have no place here. And yet, here we are.
She wants to get rid of her baby.
The thought loops through my mind, tightening into a suffocating knot of unease. I can't even begin to imagine the methods Sheryl might resort to in order to make it happen. The mere idea sends a shudder down my spine.
Lost in my spiraling thoughts, I barely register how my feet carry me back to the alpha's floor. My steps are slow, unhurried, my surroundings a blur.
The hallway stretches ahead, dimly lit and eerily silent. Shadows creep along the walls, the oppressive gloom pressing in from all sides.
It suits him.
I stop in front of Ragnar's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob—only to be startled by a low, insistent growl.
