Maternal Wrath

Cassia Rowe

I hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten. Every second that ticked by clawed at me, reminding me of how far I was from my children. They were out there, somewhere, scared and alone, and I was trapped here, forced to trust Darius and his so-called “protection” in his estate. The walls of his Iron Moon Pack house felt like a prison, and I had to fight against the raw, animalistic urge to run back to