I heard the knock at my door and froze. Since moving to this small cottage, few people visited. Fewer still were welcome.
Through the kitchen window, I glimpsed a familiar silhouette that made my stomach clench. Julian. Even without seeing his face clearly, I'd recognize that powerful frame anywhere.
What could he possibly want? My daughter was dead. My position as Luna—however unofficial—was forfeit. There was nothing left between us but pain and hatred.
I considered ignoring him, but curiosity won out. Setting down my tea mug with trembling hands, I made my way to the door.
When I pulled it open, the sight before me was shocking. Julian Valois—the proud, untouchable Alpha King—stood dripping wet on my doorstep. His black hair was plastered to his pale face, his expensive clothes soaked through. His lips had a bluish tinge, and he was shivering violently.
Behind him stood Daniel, his beta, looking anxious.
"What happened to you?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
