Chloe’s pov
I sat on the edge of the mattress in my room, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as the morning sun filtered through the high windows.
The silence in the pack felt heavy and suffocating now. Two days had passed since Wylie brought Tabitha into the main hall. Two days since Nash had knelt in front of her in the middle of his office, cradling her shaking shoulders.
Since that morning, Nash had grown completely distant.
He didn't come by my room to check on me. He didn't ask Alma why I had packed my things and moved back to my old room, and he didn't stand at the edge of the kitchen garden watching me work. He spent every hour locked away in the east master quarters with Tabitha, surrounded by guards, completely consumed by the belief that he had finally found his long-lost ma
