The darkness had already felt the child. The curse had already recognized the next generation. Thorne closed his eyes. Images flooded his mind.
Agatha holding a child. Lucian kneeling beside her. Their happiness. Their home. Their family. Everything Gideon had wanted.
Everything he had lost. The pain struck Thorne unexpectedly. He pressed one hand against his chest.
“A child…”
His voice no longer sounded triumphant. It sounded wounded.
“Why?”
His eyes opened.
“Why does the Silver Wolf always receive everything?”
A mate. A child. A family. Love. Devotion.
Why did the Silver Wolf always get to live the life Gideon had been denied?Why did Thorne feel as though he had been denied that same life?
He frowned. A memory tried to surface. Ravenna laughing beneath sunlight. Her hand resti
