My gaze dropped to the parchment in my trembling hands. The healer’s mark confirmed it. I was carrying a pup. I had come from the healer’s den with joy in my chest, ready to tell him we would have another pup after losing Sven, my seven-winter old boy.
But now that happiness felt distant, like a fading dream.
My fingers tightened around the door until they ached. Razen had killed our son.
“And Navielle, how did she react after you sacrificed her sister’s pup for her?” Layton asked quietly.
“She pitied the boy,” Razen said without care. “But she understood. He was already dying.”
Anger and disbelief surged through me.
My own sister accepted it. She allowed my son to die for her sake. How could she?
“I only hope Nivella never learns the truth,” Layton muttered.
“She will not,” Razen replied with cold certainty. “She’s too soft. Too trusting. Even if she learns it, she has no one. She’s powerless.”
Powerless?
My jaw tightened as that word burned through me like fire.
A mother’s rage is not something the moon can calm.
I would make them pay. Both of them!
They took my pup. They broke me. And now, I would break them in return.