Maeve’s POV
The fight was beginning to die down outside. The smell of blood and the sounds of screams slowly decreased. I sat curled up in the corner of the room, the view of me from the door being obstructed by my bed. It was the best hiding spot I could think of.
What did I do to deserve this? He really doesn’t care if I die. He left me, locked in a room unprotected instead of being hidden away safely with the other women, children and elderly. If the rogues have won outside, then I’ll be the first to die. The grim thought sent a shiver up my spine as tears continued to glide down my cheek.
I continues to sit there crying until I felt it…him. He was coming closer, my heart started to pick up its pace. I could feel happiness radiate from my wolf.
Even though my heart and wolf were e
