Kyra's POV
Day two of hiding in Emily's house. The scent of pine from the air did little to calm my nerves. I felt like it had already been a thousand years. Living alone was really not for me. I felt like I might lose my mind every time the hands of the clock moved. I was just thankful that I had a pup. At least I could pass the time talking to the life inside me, even if my wolf, Sylvia, growled softly in disapproval at my weakness.
While sitting on the couch eating my sandwich, I flipped on the television—only to freeze in shock when the screen lit up with the Raven Shadow Pack's official news channel. How the hell did Emily even have access to the werewolves' restricted broadcast network? My blood ran cold as Kieran Carver's face filled the screen alongside Emily's, splashed across a breaking news headline: 'Monroe Group CEO and Gold Empire Heir Announce Mating Ceremony.'
