Chapter 148: Father’s Oath

Wane

That despicable witch stole my son.

The thought burned under my skin like corrosive acid. I cradled Elira tightly against my chest and felt every shallow, ragged breath she took. Her body trembled like a leaf caught in a storm. Her hands—so small and pale—clutched my shirt desperately, as if I too might vanish and leave her alone.

All the powerful wolf strength that once lived vividly in her had been poured entirely into our boy when he was born. What was ...