Pearl’s POV
The quiet hum of the chamber seemed almost too heavy to bear, pressing against my ribs. I lay there, staring at the faint flicker of candlelight on the wall, stroking my stomach in slow circles. My heart ached with the need to move, to act, to chase the faint pull of Demyan’s bond but Cecil’s words echoed in my mind. For their sake. Rest for their sake.
I was about to whisper to my little ones again when the door creaked softly. I turned, expecting Cecil or the elder wolf. Instead…
“Aunt May?” My breath caught in my throat.
There she stood. Her familiar figure filled the doorway, her eyes shining in the dim light, her hair pinned neatly as I remembered. For a heartbeat I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I rubbed at my eyes with both hands, but when I looked again,
