Bruce's POV

I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Beverly's body seizing during the ceremony, I saw her heart stopping under the weight of the pack energy she was not trained to handle, I saw our child dying before it ever had a chance to live. The numbers Victoria gave haunted me. Sixty-forty favors death. Those odds meant I would probably lose her tomorrow night and there was nothing I could do to change it.

Beverly slept beside me, her face troubled even in rest. Dark ...