It had been Cris's duty to protect his mate and their unborn son, but he had failed. He had failed to protect them—failed to protect his own people.

He could protect no one.

Leana's anguished scream echoed in his mind as a silver dagger pierced her neck. Gerald had stood there, watching her writhe in agony, smiling at the black beast who roared in rage as his other half died slowly.

The pain had paralyzed him as he felt her life slipping away ...