The haunting sound that ripped its way out of her throat seemed to bounce off the walls and back again, echoing into the day.
Her howl of absolute terror tore into the hearts of all the werewolves present as if it were knives, shredding at their emotions as they listened to the cries of a tortured soul.
Aiden had abandoned his post at the door, allowing it to swing open and exposing the horror on his father’s face. He used his superior speed to rush back to the blackwood canopy bed in an effort to comfort his wailing mate.
Instead, he was met with arms full of Griffon’s mate. Jayden had been sitting vigil at her cousin’s side while the hurt girl slumbered peacefully, or what they believed was peaceful, which had been disturbed by her night terror.
