The room they'd locked me in was cold and damp, with stone walls that seemed to press in from all sides.

I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, trying to keep my breathing steady. The silver cuffs burned against my wrists, making my wolf whimper and retreat further inside me. I could barely feel her anymore, like she was hiding somewhere deep where the pain couldn't reach.

My hands were shaking. I pressed them against my stomach, trying to feel something, anything that told me the baby ...