YELENA

I swallowed hard.

There was no way I was saying anything about my baby. Not now. Not like this. Not when his eyes were sharp and his voice carried that dangerous calm that made my wolf curl in on herself.

So I stayed quiet.

I needed him to talk first. I needed to hear what he thought he knew.

“That’s it,” he snapped suddenly, throwing his hands up. “I know you’re hiding things from me, and you want me to trust you?”

He paced away from the bed like a caged wolf, his ...