INICIAR SESIÓNShe 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.
Tobias turned his head and looked up at me. The disappointment in his eyes was so heavy it felt like a physical blow to my chest. He held Lily tighter, shielding her from me.
"Stay away from this room, Zinnia," he said.
He didn't wait for my response. He stood up, carrying her back inside, and shut the door in my face.
I stood alone in the hallway. The contract crinkled in my tight grip. I looked at the two guards. They quickly looked away, staring straight ahead at the opposite wall. I turned around and walked back down the corridor, the silence ringing in my ears.
Hours passed. I spent the rest of the day in my small office, trying to rework the numbers to account for the lost Riverbend trade. When the sun finally set, the packhouse grew dark and quiet.
I gathered my notes and headed toward the guest room at the far end of the hall. The air was getting colder. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around my shoulders as I walked down the dim corridors.
As I approached the Alpha's study, I noticed a sliver of light spilling out from beneath the door.
The door was cracked open just an inch.
I planned to walk right past it, but the sound of my own name made my feet stop.
"She is trying to help, Eloise," Tobias was saying. His voice sounded exhausted.
I held my breath and stepped closer to the wall, pressing myself into the shadows near the doorframe.
"She is playing at being a Luna," Elder Eloise replied. Her voice was sharp and unforgiving. "Look at our ledgers, Tobias. Look at the state of our borders. We are destitute. We are begging minor packs for scraps of grain."
"Zinnia didn't cause the drought," Tobias argued weakly.
"No, but she brought absolutely nothing to fix it," Eloise snapped. I heard the sound of a heavy book being tossed onto a desk. "She is a nobody. She has no dowry, no family backing, and no alliances. She came to us with the clothes on her back three years ago, and we have been bleeding resources ever since."
My chest tightened. I had spent three years calculating every copper coin this pack spent just to keep the lights on.
"She works hard," Tobias said.
He didn't sound angry. He didn't demand the elder respect me. He just sounded tired, offering a weak excuse to fill the silence.
"Hard work does not fill the treasury," Eloise said, her tone dropping into a low, calculated hum. "Lily is a Sable. You know what her family owns. They have wealth. They have trade routes across the eastern mountains. They have the resources we need to survive this winter without starving."
"I am already married, Eloise."
"Marriages can be annulled," Eloise stated coldly. "Especially when a Luna has provided no heirs and the survival of the pack is at stake."
I closed my eyes. The cold draft in the hallway seemed to seep straight through my skin.
"She lost your child, Tobias," Eloise continued softly, letting the words hang in the air. "The Goddess brought her back to you for a reason. She is suffering the Penance in your bed right now. Are you truly going to turn your back on the mother of your pup just to keep a stray happy?"
Tobias didn't answer.
The silence stretched on for a long, agonizing minute. I waited for him to say no. I waited for him to tell Eloise to get out of his study.
Instead, I heard the faint sound of a chair scraping against the floor, followed by a heavy sigh.
"Just give me a few days," Tobias murmured. "Let me think."
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







