Chapter Ten

Nala.

As soon as the plane touched down and we slowly got off the plane I could sense all the stares but most importantly fear leaked everywhere.

I cupped the roundness of my pregnant belly as if my hand could protect the child within from the barely suppressed violence surrounding me. I didn’t need a werewolf within me to sense the low growls that trailed me through the Liakos pack house. No, they weren’t audible, but even in the short time i was with Salvatore i could now recognize the subtle vibrations of a werewolf’s chest.

They couldn’t hate me more than I hated myself. I had tried to protect my son. Tried and failed. And now i was back where i had started. A lamb thrown to the wolves.

I padded past the guard stationed by the front door, ignoring the way his bright yellow eyes followed my every move and the sneer that graced his lips.

He didn’t want me there? I didn’t want to be there. We were even. I slipped into one of my favorite rooms in the house, the large and open space