At the Guardian Pack
Maya hadn’t slept a f*****g second.
She sat by the window in her thick, plain white robe, the fabric clinging to her body as the dawn light washed over her, making her look ghostly, ethereal, untouchable.
Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion yet glittering with hope, stayed fixed on the clearing outside, where omega maids bustled around, sweeping, scrubbing, pretending to live normal lives in a pack infected by secrets.
She replayed the moment he left, his scent lingering on her skin like a phantom touch. Logan, that bastard, walking away into the shadows without a word, leaving her aching for him in the darkness.
“He’ll come back. He has to.”
She smiled at nothing, hugging her knees, ignoring the way Scarlett, her wolf, growled in her mind, “Weak. Waiting like a f**
