_Lyla’s POV_
My heart was pounding too hard and my thoughts were spiraling too fast. Dorian walked ahead. His shoulders were tense and his movements were sharp with anger. He hadn’t spoken since our argument, but I could still feel the weight of his frustration pressing down on me.
I clenched my hands into fists.
This was wrong.
All of it.
Dorian was willing to go to war for me. His entire pack was going to suffer because of me. Many innocent people would die because of me.
And I couldn’t live with that.
I sucked in a shaky breath, placing a hand over my stomach. My fingers trembled against my abdomen. I still wasn’t showing, but deep inside, I could feel it. A life. A tiny heartbeat. A future I wasn’t ready for.
A future I was terrified of.
A child of destruction.
I shut my eyes
