Garrett's POV

I carried Lyssa’s lifeless body, her body now pale and cold, into my chambers. My servants pushed open the heavy oak door, allowing me to enter without pause. I gently laid her on my bed, her body cold and still. The pack members followed, their eyes filled with sorrow and disbelief, surrounding her in a protective circle as if their presence alone could bring her back.

My heart ached with memories of my little pumpkin, my fated mate. Her laughter, her touch, the way she ...