“I’ll leave once my baby is eight months old,” Tiffany said to Mara, her voice calm but final. “Promise me you won’t try to stop me.”
Mara hesitated. I could see the reluctance in her eyes. But eventually, she nodded. “I promise.”
Eight months. That was all the time Darian had to earn back Tiffany’s trust, to prove he deserved a place in her life. I hoped he understood what a gift that time was… and that he wouldn’t waste it.
Once Tiffany was discharged from the hospital, we took her straight to our home. Her wolf had done most of the healing work, so there was no need for extended observation. She was strong again, physically. Emotionally, it was another story.
After settling her and Emma in, Darian and I drove to the Nighthorn mansion to pack up her belongings.
Martha was waiting, a
