The Luna He Rejected Was the True Heir

"I'm sorry," the healer said the moment my eyes opened. "Your pup did not survive. You lost too much blood. We tried everything."

My throat felt like dry bark.

"My mate," I whispered. "Caelan... did he come?"

Her expression fell. "No one has come for you, my lady."

Tears ran down my face as the stone walls blurred.

Three days ago, I pressed my fingers to the Communication Stone until it burned. Ninety-nine pulses. Twenty pleas lost in its silver light.

Send the pack escort. I am in labor.

The Eastern Path has collapsed. I cannot cross.

I am bleeding.