Velara's POV.
I hasten through the pack house - impatient and eager to make it to Morgana. Wondering, only briefly, why the place seems so quiet.
Where is everybody else?
But my only true concern is getting to my daughter and being there for her. I did not have to carry Morgana's pup in my own womb to feel her loss. I know pain - know grief. The way it works. It does not hit you like a wave. Instead, it coils like a snake in your gut, tightening with every beat of your heart. I understand the agony of losing a child, even though I did not lose mine to death. In a way, I still lost Lucian when he was just a pup. I lost time with him, memories, moments that neither one of us can ever get back.
It's not just the ache - it's the hallowing. The way the world tilts out of balance forever.
