The Guardian Pack
The room was silent, save for the faint tick of the clock on the far wall. Moonlight slipped through the curtains in pale ribbons, casting sharp silver lines across the bed where Maya lay, unmoving. Her fingers traced small, empty circles on her stomach.
She’d done that every night since the miscarriage, as if by some miracle she could feel the life that had been there, warm and fluttering, only weeks ago.
Her eyes were dry now. She’d cried herself out long ago. But grief didn’t always need tears...it could sit heavy in the chest, a cold, unmoving stone that refused to leave.
“Zarya…” she whispered, her voice cracking into the darkness. “You didn’t just hurt me—you ripped out the one thing I was ready to love more than my own life. My baby. My pup. You dared to take
