My heart raced as I pressed the call button for the tenth time. Again, Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. I dropped my phone onto the couch and paced across the living room of the villa he'd gifted me.
Three days. Three days of silence since Genevieve's death. Three days of being left in the dark, excluded from the funeral arrangements, unable to reach Julian or anyone who might tell me what was happening.
I stopped at the large window overlooking the gardens and pressed my forehead against the cool glass. The uncertainty was eating me alive. Without Julian, I was nothing in this pack. Just another she-wolf who'd climbed her way into a position of power through a man's bed.
"Mommy?" Isabelle's voice came from behind me. "When is Julian coming home?"
I turned to face my daughter, studying her features—so similar to mine, with no trace of her actual father. The perfect deception.
"Soon, sweetheart." I forced a smile. "He's just busy with pack business."
