LOGINThe air in the room was suffocating. I stood perfectly still, waiting for Tobias to correct the elder. I waited for him to demand respect for his Luna, or at least ask Eloise to step outside while the healers worked.
Tobias swallowed hard. He looked away from me.
"Eloise, stay with her for a minute," Tobias said quietly.
He stood up from the bed. Lily whined and tried to grab his hand again, but he gently pulled away. He walked toward me, his shoulders slumped.
"Zinnia," he muttered. "Come with me for a second."
He didn't wait for my answer. He walked out of the clinic.
I followed him into the dim, quiet hallway. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence felt heavy. Tobias leaned his back against the stone wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face, leaving streaks of Lily’s blood on his own skin.
I crossed my arms over my chest to stop my hands from shaking.
"Are you going to tell me what she meant?" I asked. My voice was low. "About the baby, Tobias."
He squeezed his eyes shut. "Zinnia, please. Not right now."
"When, then?" I asked.
"I didn't know," he said, his voice breaking. He dropped his hands and finally looked at me. His eyes were red-rimmed and filled with a desperate, crushing guilt. "I swear to you, I didn't know she was pregnant when she disappeared. I thought she just left me. If I had known..."
He stopped.
"If you had known, what?" I asked, keeping my tone perfectly flat. "You would have gone after her? You wouldn't have married me?"
Tobias flinched like I had struck him. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
He stepped toward me, reaching out to touch my arm. I took a step back. His hand fell to his side.
"She went through hell," Tobias whispered, looking back toward the clinic door. "She was out there alone, and she lost..." He swallowed the rest of the sentence. "She is terrified, Zinnia. She is having panic attacks every time someone else walks into the room."
"I can see that," I said. "What do you want me to do about it?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. He looked at the floor, then at the wall, then everywhere except my face.
"She needs to feel safe tonight," Tobias said quietly. "The clinic doesn't have heavy locks on the doors. She needs somewhere secure to sleep."
I stared at him. The numbness in my chest started to turn into a cold, sharp ache.
"The Alpha suite has the reinforced deadbolts," Tobias said. He finally met my eyes, and he looked pathetic. "I need to put her in there. Just so she can rest."
"You want to put her in our bed."
"Zinnia, please," he pleaded. His voice was thick with exhaustion. "It's just for a few nights. Until she calms down and we figure out what happened to her. The guest room at the end of the hall is made up. There are fresh sheets in there."
He was asking me to leave my own room. He was asking me to pack up my things and move down the hall so his ex-fiancée could sleep in my bed.
I waited for the anger to hit me. I waited to scream at him, to tell him he was out of his mind, to demand he put her in a guest room instead. But looking at the weak, guilty man standing in front of me, I didn't feel angry. I just felt tired.
"The guest room," I repeated softly.
"It's just temporary," Tobias said quickly, hearing the shift in my tone. He took a step closer. "I just need to keep the peace right now. The elders are already watching. I can't throw a traumatized woman into a drafty room. You know I love you, Zinnia. You know you are my Luna. I just need you to be understanding right now."
I just need you to be understanding.
It was the same thing he said every time the elders insulted me. The same thing he said when the pack finances were falling apart and I had to fix them. I always had to be the understanding one.
"I'll pack my things," I said.
Tobias let out a long sigh of relief. The tension melted out of his shoulders. "Thank you. Thank you, Zin. I promise we will talk about everything tomorrow. I just need to get her settled."
He didn't pull me into a hug. He didn't kiss my forehead. He just turned around, opened the clinic door, and walked back inside to Lily.
The door shut with a quiet click.
I stood alone in the hallway for a long time.
An hour later, I was standing outside the heavy wooden door of the guest room at the far end of the corridor. The air down here was cold. The fire in the hearth hadn't been lit in weeks.
I held a stack of my folded clothes against my chest. My toothbrush and a few books were balanced on top. It wasn't much. I hadn't brought much with me when I arrived in Grimclaw three years ago, and I hadn't accumulated much since.
I looked down the long, empty hallway toward the Alpha suite. The door was firmly shut.
The heavy wood of the guest room door felt rough against my knuckles as I pushed it open. I stepped into the dark, cold room and placed my clothes on the edge of the mattress.
I sat down next to them. The silence of the room pressed in on me, heavy and suffocating.
I looked at the small pile of my belongings. My throat tightened. The numbness was finally starting to fade, leaving behind a sharp, terrifying clarity.
Tobias said it was temporary. He said it was just to keep the peace.
But as I sat alone in the freezing dark, listening to the rain beat against the window, the truth settled deep into my bones.
I wasn't just being moved to another room. My marriage was dissolving right in front of me, and my husband was the one holding the door open for me to leave.
She looked past him and saw me standing there with the papers in my hand.Lily let out a sharp, ragged gasp. She stumbled backward, hitting the doorframe. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and slid down the wood until she hit the floor."Please," she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. She put her hands over her ears and started shaking violently. "Don't yell. Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to cause trouble."I hadn't raised my voice once.The two guards stationed down the hall shifted on their feet. They looked at Lily trembling on the floor, and then they looked at me. Their expressions shifted from neutral to disgust. I could see it in their eyes—they thought I was standing here screaming at a traumatized, grieving mother."Lily, hey, look at me," Tobias said.He dropped to his knees beside her and scooped her up into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly."I'm sorry," she whimpered into his shirt. "Make her stop.""I've got you," he murmured.
"I can offer you three crates of winter pelts for the grain," I told the merchant sitting across from me.He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Four. And we want the Alpha's seal on the final agreement. My Alpha won't accept a trade of this size on a Luna's word alone."I looked at the empty chair at the head of the long wooden table. Tobias should have been sitting there. He should have been the one looking the Riverbend merchant in the eye, securing the food our people needed to survive the coming freeze. Instead, he was locked in the Alpha suite down the hall.I understood why the pack was letting him hide.The Goddess's Penance was a horrific thing. When a pregnant wolf lost a child, the Moon Goddess did not let the trauma fade quietly into the past. For five years, on the exact anniversary of the loss, the mother was cursed to relive the miscarriage. The bleeding, the blinding pain, the hysterical grief—it all returned in a violent physical wave as if
The air in the room was suffocating. I stood perfectly still, waiting for Tobias to correct the elder. I waited for him to demand respect for his Luna, or at least ask Eloise to step outside while the healers worked.Tobias swallowed hard. He looked away from me."Eloise, stay with her for a minute," Tobias said quietly.He stood up from the bed. Lily whined and tried to grab his hand again, but he gently pulled away. He walked toward me, his shoulders slumped."Zinnia," he muttered. "Come with me for a second."He didn't wait for my answer. He walked out of the clinic.I followed him into the dim, quiet hallway. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence felt heavy. Tobias leaned his back against the stone wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face, leaving streaks of Lily’s blood on his own skin.I crossed my arms over my chest to stop my hands from shaking."Are you going to tell me what she meant?" I asked. My voice was low. "About the baby, Tobias."He squeezed his ey
No one moved. The guards, the omegas, the senior pack members lingering in the archways, they all stood frozen, staring at Tobias and the woman bleeding in his arms.I lost our baby.The words rang in my ears. A cold numbness started at my fingertips and rushed straight to my chest. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at my husband, waiting for him to say something. I waited for him to look at Lily and tell her she was confused, or to look at me and swear he didn't know what she was talking about.Tobias just lowered his gaze to the floor.He couldn't even look at me.My survival instincts kicked in. I had spent three years training myself to swallow my pride and manage this pack when Tobias couldn't handle the pressure. My heart was cracking down the middle, but my pack was watching. I refused to break in front of them. I shoved the devastation deep down into my stomach and locked it away.I took a breath and forced my voice to stay steady."Everyone, go back to your duties," I o
The numbers were not adding up.I stared at the open ledger on my desk, tapping the end of my pen against the worn paper. Grimclaw’s winter harvest was going to be short by at least twenty percent. We needed more grain to survive the frost, but the pack treasury was basically empty.I let out a slow breath and leaned back in my wooden chair. I flipped to the previous page, my eyes scanning the long columns of expenses. If I shifted the budget from the border patrols and delayed the repairs on the western cabins, we could afford to buy surplus from the Riverbend pack.It was not a perfect solution. But it would keep our people fed.I wrote the adjusted numbers in the margins. Three years ago, I didn't know the first thing about agricultural yields or trade deficits. I grew up in a palace with servants and endless resources. I was raised to be a political asset, not an accountant. Now, I spent most of my afternoons buried in these books, pinching pennies to keep my husband's pack afloat







