Chloe’s pov
Nash stood in the center of the alcove, his massive frame shaking with a wild, terrifying panic. He held Harley's torn wooden doll in his calloused hand, his dark eyes bloodshot, his Alpha aura flaring in a suffocating wave of pure, feral rage.
"HARLEY!" Nash roared, his voice echoing off the granite walls like thunder.
"Nash, look at me," I commanded, stepping in front of him, my voice steady despite the freezing dread choking my lungs.
He looked down at me, his chest heaving in ragged gasps, his broad shoulders tight as iron. "Chloe... Tabitha took her. She took our daughter."
"I know," I said, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.
The moment my fingers pressed against his damp tunic, my golden Moon Goddess aura flared awake.
A sharp gasp escaped Nash’s lips. The deep
