The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna
The entire contents of my stomach swirled down the toilet bowl, and I leaned back against the wall of the bathroom, the tiles cool under me, and wiped my sweaty brow.
I wanted to speculate on whatever that was.
But I already had an idea before the vision hit.
The bathroom faded, and I saw the meadow. White flowers, blooming end to end. Bjorn moving through them, taller, broader, fifteen at least. Gideon at the edge of it, watching. And in his arms was a small child, leaning her cheek against his.
I couldn’t see the face. I didn’t need to.
The vision released me, leaving me gasping on the bathroom floor with my hand pressed flat against my stomach.