LOGINDemetrius' POVThe bed was empty before I woke up.The warmth beside me was fading, and through the bond came a strange, dreamlike hush, as if Armida were somewhere very far away and very close at once."Armida?"Her side of the sheets lay thrown back. The bedroom door stood open. Down the hall, bare feet whispered over wood.I was out of bed and moving before I'd thought. I found her at the top of the stairs in her thin nightgown, her hair loose, her eyes open and utterly blank. She descended slowly, one hand trailing the banister, as though following a voice only she could hear."Armida." I kept my tone gentle. "Love, wake up."Nothing. She reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the hall toward the front door."Armida!" Louder now. I caught her wrist, and the shock of her skin nearly made me let go. It burned, not with fever, but with a low, thrumming heat, like a stone left in the sun. She pulled free without effort, without even looking at me, and the front door swung open
Armida's POVI slept for almost a whole day.When I finally opened my eyes, sunlight was spilling across the bed and Demetrius was in the chair beside it, his elbows on his knees. He looked like he hadn't left once."You're awake." He was beside me before I could sit up, one hand cradling my face as though checking I was real. "How do you feel?""Hungry," I croaked. "And fine. Really fine."His laugh came out unsteady. "Florence left soup outside the door for when you wake ."I ate every drop of it. Then I looked at him and said, "I want to see Lilith.""Armida...""I need to see for myself that she's okay. And the baby. Please."He studied me for a long moment, the Alpha and the worried mate arguing behind his eyes. "We go slowly," he said at last. "And if you get dizzy, we turn around.""Deal."Lilith was sitting up against her pillows with color in her cheeks and Jackson hovering at her shoulder as though she might vanish. When she saw me, her whole face crumpled."Come here," she
Armida's POVI heard Lilith before I saw her.It wasn't a scream. A scream would have been easier. It was a ragged, wet, breaking sound that lifted every hair on my arms, and I took her porch steps two at a time with my heart slamming against my ribs.Cornelia met me at the bedroom door, her sleeves soaked to the elbow, her face grim in a way I had never seen it."Armida. Good. Come here, quickly."The room smelled of iron and sweat and fear. Lilith lay propped against a mountain of pillows, hair plastered to her forehead, skin the color of candle wax. The sheets beneath her were dark and sodden. Too dark. Too much."Lilith?"Her eyes found me, glassy and unfocused, but she smiled, and the smile nearly broke me."There you are," she whispered. "I told them you'd come.""I'm here." I dropped beside the bed and took her hand. It was ice cold. "I'm right here. You're doing so well.""Liar." A breathless, shaky laugh. "It hurts, Armida.""I know.""Where's Jack?""On his way," I said, and
Armida's POVDemetrius came home just after sunset, and I knew the moment he walked through the door that something was wrong.He hid it well. He hung his jacket on the hook, asked if I had eaten, and smiled when I said Florence had sent over enough food to feed the whole house.But the bond doesn't care how well a man composes his face. Through it I felt a low, restless hum, like a wolf pacing behind a locked door.He was keeping something from me.I opened my mouth to ask. Then I remembered the small, folded secret sitting in my own drawer upstairs, the one I still hadn't mentioned either, and the question died in my throat. Who was I to demand honesty?"You're quiet," he said."So are you.""Long day." He crossed the kitchen and stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back. "Pack business. Nothing that can't wait until morning."I could have pushed. Instead I looked at the tired line between his brows, at the dirt dried along his knuckles, and something in m
Demetrius' POVArmida slept for the first twenty minutes of the drive, her head against the window and one hand curled loosely in her lap.She had a hangover she refused to admit to. When she woke, she squinted at the sunlight like it had personally insulted her."Don't say anything," she said."I wasn't going to.""You were thinking it very loudly."I kept my eyes on the road, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me. "Drink some water."She drained half the bottle in one go and sank back against the seat. For a while she watched the trees slide past, the road winding toward the Black Moon boundary, and her expression slowly went quiet."Leo and Cleo promised to visit again soon," she said. "And Mom wants to come for the next full moon.""Then they'll come.""You don't mind?""Armida." I glanced at her. "They're your family. My house is your house."She looked at me a moment too long, and I felt that soft, unfamiliar pull in my chest, the one I still hadn't learned to name. Then she lo
Armida’s POVNeither of them spoke."Mom and Dad. They found me. In the woods. A baby, all alone, wrapped in a shawl with a name stitched into it." My throat closed. " Twenty-two years, and they never told me.""Armida," Cleo breathed."Someone left me there. Someone just left me, and I don't know who, or why, or whether they even wanted me, and I..." The tears came then, fast and hot, and I pressed my hands to my mouth. "I don't have a wolf. I never did. What if they knew? What if that's why? What if they looked at me and decided I wasn't..."I couldn't finish.Cleo was already pulling me in, and then Leo's arms came around both of us, and the three of us were a tangle of elbows and knees and tears under that oak. I sobbed into Cleo's shoulder like a child. Cleo was crying, too, and Leo had his face turned away, but I felt his chest hitch against my back."You're not nothing," Leo said, rough. "You hear me? You were never nothing.""Whoever left you was an idiot," Cleo said fiercel







