AMIRA’S POV
The emptiness inside me was vast, a hollow ache that no amount of tears or hours of sleep could soothe. Daemon had taken everything from me.
My wolf, Dakota, was sealed, silenced, leaving me to suffer alone in my room that felt like a prison that kept me as I just lie whole day in my bed or sit by my window while I stare from a far, wondering if I could even be able to escape this place with my son.
Yet, worst of all, Daemon had taken Calix as well, my son whom I cherished and I treated as my whole world. I couldn't remember the last time I felt anything but cold, the world around me blurred by grief and exhaustion.
Days must have passed—at least I thought so. My room was dark, curtains drawn, with only the faintest lines of sunlight creeping in.
Each day, Brenda would
