A deep, powerful voice echoed in the darkness of my mind, the only thing I could cling to."As you wish."The next time I opened my eyes, I was lying on a cold, white bed in the Pack Infirmary."You're awake." Healer Samson stood by my bed, a complicated look in his eyes.I didn't have to ask. My hand went to my flat stomach.Samson’s silence, the way he dropped his gaze, was the only answer I needed."You lost too much blood. You miscarried," he said, avoiding my eyes. "Harper, your body… it's badly damaged. It'll be difficult for you to carry a pup again."My heart fractured into a million pieces, but my eyes were dry. I was too empty to even cry."And," Samson added, his voice heavy, "your wolf has gone dormant. From the grief. You might feel very weak for a while."Weak? Yes, my limbs felt like lead.But what Samson couldn't see was the faint but scorching heat coiling in my veins.It was an ancient, forgotten power, woken by absolute agony and hatred.The blood of the Royal White
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