Chapter 84

Third Person's POV

The more Wren held it in, the more it hurt.

She finally broke down, leaning over the edge of the Moonbridge railing and sobbing uncontrollably under the silver light of the waxing moon.

Theron Vane-Alpha Prince of the Thunderpeak Pack-froze.

In all his twenty-eight years, never had a woman cried in front of him. Not like this. Not raw, broken, and loud enough to shake his compos