~GENEVIEVE’S POV~The air inside this pack clinic felt thick and suffocating as if something heavy and unseen was pressing down on my lungs and making every breath a quiet struggle.I leaned back against the cold, whitewashed stone wall, trying to steady myself, but my fingers curled into the mortar instead, gripping so tightly until my nails began to ache. I had told my handmaid I was just feeling weak from the Northern heat, a lie and a flimsy excuse, I was surprised she didn't see through it. She just accepted it without question. But now, standing here now in the small examination room, staring at nothing, I knew the truth had nothing to do with heat. The cold sweat gathering along my spine told a very different story.The door creaked open behind me.I didn’t turn immediately, but I knew who it was. The pack doctor, Heryn. Old, gentle, harmless Heryn, with the graying fur along his forearms and that soft, unguarded smile that made him seem incapable of cruelty.“Princess,” he s
Mehr lesen