Sarah POV The stable hands were as kind to me as they had been to Chloe, and I was shown several horses, from which I opted for what seemed the gentlest, a brown gelding named Jack. I copied the leg-up maneuver to get in the saddle, which was more comfortable than I had thought it would be. A groo
Sarah POV I recognized it was entirely possible I was going to vomit right there on the paved path. Yes, right there in front of the girls, the two stoic bodyguards, and Zane, Sarah Astor was about to toss her cookies. I would be apologizing for months. Then the ground steadied, and then it stea
Zane’s POV “Are you all right?” I asked Chloe, whom I had protected in my arms as the rocks fell. “Mommy?” she asked. Her face was covered in dirt, but there was no blood. She was trembling, but I could tell she was trying to be brave. “Where’s Mommy?” It was hard to see with so much dust in t
Sarah POV Inside the basket was a tiny werewolf pup, pink and perfect with deep blue eyes that instantly claimed me. Why had I not remembered that initial instant connection, the command of those eyes to save her? No wonder putting her in an orphanage was never going to work. “Chloe,” I said, th
“When can I go home?” I asked. She laughed a little. “When the doctor clears you, but don’t think it’s going to be sooner than a day. We need to keep an eye on you.” Her eyes flickered to the alpha beside her, and I knew I was receiving the best care the hospital had to offer. An unknown but sli
Sarah POV He turned to look at me, each of his hands holding one of the girls’. “I loved the mother of my children,” he said. I smiled, though my eyelids were closing. “Of course you did.” After that, I dozed. Sleeping, my dreams were troubled, and when I was awake my thoughts and feelings w
Zane told me he needed to stay on top of things, patted my hand, and left me with the girls and the bodyguard. The girls and I talked and napped until dinner, when they went home (under protest). I ate surprisingly good food for a hospital and slept until morning, minus the various times people came
Sarah POV “Someone else?” I asked. “This is a murder?” Agent Travis asked at the same time. Zane nodded to both of us. “Could it be someone other than the murderer?” Agent Travis asked. “Perhaps someone else just found the body before us.” “No,” Zane said. He closed his eyes, breathing in