Chloe’s pov
Fernando slumped onto his high fur-lined seat near the stone hearth, his chest heaving as dark, sulfurous pus leaked through the dirty bandages covering his abdomen. He closed his eyes, letting out a long, raspy breath of absolute relief.
"The Alpha of Red Moon is broken," Fernando muttered, a sickly, victorious smile touching his lips. "Without Nash leading them, his vanguard will scatter into the brush."
I stood near the heavy wooden table, my fingers digging into the hem of my dark wool cloak.
Beneath the heavy fabric, my palm rested flat against my lower stomach, guarding the tiny, innocent life growing inside me. My heart was pounding violently against my ribs, each breath catching in my throat as I forced my face to stay completely blank.
"He won't come back," I said
