~ JAYAH ~
Jayah, the healer, stood at the back of the prison tree, her stomach cold.
She'd stood by while the Alphas debated and challenged.
She'd helped this little child who was ignorant of every stress and drama that surrounded his appearance.
She'd tried to soothe the Queen, Elreth, who she'd known since the day she was born. But her Queen was strangely defensive.
Jayah had watched and listened, understood exactly what was happening, and seen where it would take them all if someone didn't do something.
While the others argued and fought to win each other's minds, she'd observed their hearts—the matebond between Tarkyn and Harth was unique. But undeniable.
