Freya
I had barely taken a step from Isabella's room when I heard the distinct click of the lock. My daughter wasn't trying to keep others out—just me. The realization settled like a cold stone in my stomach.
She was probably locking the door to contact Aurora without my knowledge. Selene whined softly in our shared consciousness, mourning the distance between us and our pup.
*She's slipping away from us,* Selene whispered.
*Not completely,* I countered, remembering the genuine smile Isabella had given me earlier. *There's still something there worth fighting for.*
I turned and headed back to the bedroom I'd once shared with Silvano. Even after the coldness between us had grown glacial, Aunt Emma had ensured I kept clothes and necessities at the pack house. The elderly she
