"No one is out there, Violet. You are safe," Graeme reassured her, leaning forward in his chair and letting his arms rest on his legs.
"How can you be sure? Someone was able to take our own supposed Luna away," she said, terror making her eyes look wild as she accused every corner of the room.
Graeme bowed his head and sighed. What could he possibly say to that? It was true, and he had failed to protect her—his own mate. He wasn't going to let anyone else suffer a similar fate in this pack.
"I have something to do, and then I will be back to check on you," he told her, rising from the chair without giving her another opportunity to object.
She pulled her legs closer to chest on the bed, clutching them against her as if they would protect her from whatever it is that was haunted her mind. She nodded quietly.
"Try to get some rest," he said before leaving.
