Theron’s POV

The morning sun’s barely up the next day, but I’m already awake. I couldn’t sleep, my wolf is worried and I am worried too, causing me sleepless nights.

Last night stays in my head like a bad dream, the kids’ voices calling me wicked, my wolf’s nagging, the way Lycina’s eyes burned with hate. I shake it off, or try to. My steps are hesitant as I head down the corridors toward the prison quarters. Guards nod at me, but I don’t acknowledge them. My mind’s a fog, I ...