heard her mate tell another woman that he wished the
Moon Goddess had chosen differently.
And the woman answering him was her own sister.
The winter wind screamed around Silvercrest Keep as Genevieve walked barefoot through the dark eastern corridor,
one hand supporting her aching back and the other resting protectively over the child inside her.
Something had awakened her. Not a noise. A feeling.
Her wolf had been restless for hours,