The Fated Series
Too peaceful.
Her wolf stirred uneasily. Hold on, Evie. Hold on. We’ll find a way.
When Jack stopped, it was in front of a door painted soft cream, carved with forest motifs—hares, deer, pinecones. He opened it, and the faint scent of milk and powder drifted out.
“This is his room,” Jack said. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Almost tender.
Evandra’s heart clenched. She didn’t want this. Didn’t want to step into the nursery of a child who wasn’t hers. I wanted my own, she thought bitterly. Just once, just mine. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Cruel, twisted plans.