THE NIGHT felt heavy over the Silver Fang Pack. Seris looked outside the window. For some reason, she felt that the silence of the night was strange. The kind of quiet that made even the wolves uneasy.
Seris stood from the edge of the bed and walked towards the window. She sat by the window of their chamber, with her hand resting over her belly.
Ever since Cassian’s identity was revealed before the Council, the rumors have lessened. The Council also didn’t demand that Seris be detained, maybe because they were afraid of the power of the Royal Family.
But Nyxaria’s name had started to resurface in some whispers. Witches and werewolves feared the name itself.
“Are you okay?” Seris asked in a gentle voice, seeing her husband pacing back and forth inside their room.
“Baby, are you sur
