Elena
Killian knocked on my door before going to bed. I did not open it for him, knowing he had a key and could do so if he wished. I pressed my head against it, imagining him doing the same on the other side.
“Elena, I’m sorry,” he said through the thick pice of wood. “I have to keep the best interest of the Pack in mind, as my priority. I would do this to my own mother, and the council would do it to me if I was suspected of wrongdoing.”
I kept quiet. Partially to make him squirm, but mostly because I knew if I tried to speak he would hear the heartbreak in my voice.
I had returned home today with my hopes high, imagining a future life for me and Killian and the child I would bear him. But now it seemed things could turn back into the tragedy that I had experienced before. I had fa
