Louis's pov…….

The morning air was crisp, the kind that stung my lungs but cleared my mind. I adjusted my cloak and glanced at the ruins in the distance. It had been weeks since I last walked these paths, since my pack had been whole. Now it was just me, the memory of my mate and pack pressing against the edges of my thoughts.

I couldn’t help but think of her. My baby. Her laugh, her tiny hands, the way she’d curl against me without a care in the world. I’d never stop fighting ...