Rhea’s POV

I sunk into the flap, my knee hurting. It hurt to see Kieran leave, with Eira especially but he had to. I didn’t want to start a war. At least, not yet.

Virel was still quiet. My stomach formed into knots. What if she had died and I no longer have a wolf.

I curled around myself and closed my eyes, still aching between my legs. I clamped them together letting the sleep pull my weak body away.

There was a sudden movement near me, I jerked up, my hand forming into fists ...