a's
f the Silverclaw Pack, f
gic that made the councilman's words echo. Every syllable lands
accept an omeg
d doesn
twi
us and wrapped it around my heart, pulling tighter and tighter until I can't breathe. The warm
ands flying
nn
le
a, p
comfort during the worst nights, who promised we would survive this ceremony togethe
alpha," Kael continues, his face a mask of cold aut
rowd
someone wi
belong in posi
st have been
ng. The corrupted bond pulses with every heartbeat, sending shocks of agony through my body
Kael through
mething cracks in his expression. His jaw tig
with silver hair and cold eyes, whispering something
t, I stop exi
voice brisk and businesslike, as if he didn't just witness some
e movi
latform. Conversations resume. Someone laughs. The dr
that won't fill my lungs, and they're con
d me carefully, av
urmurs, her tone p
of pain worse than the last. It's not just physical. Something fundamen
d. Not Senna. Just me. The part of me that always kn
ehind me, annoyed. "Yo
enter of the clearing. No one helps. No one looks at me d
inst the same oak tree I'd hidden behind earlier. My entire b
y continues
re revealed, other pairs step forward
in through my corrupted bond, reminding m
alphas, his expression neutral, controlle
e he
ecting me
ider. I press my hand against my chest, tryin
, connecting me to someone who doesn't want me. Who ann
up and leave before someone
much. The bond keeps tightening, and S
to end. Long enough for wolves to start dispersing, heading to
mixture of pity and relief. Relief that it wasn't her. Relief that she's not
ays, pulling her away. "
ear into th
al
meter, but they're not watching me. Why would they? I'
this time I taste copper. I've bitten
ught surfaces through the
veryone saw what happened? Back to the tiny room I re
o
clear and cer
ther end of this ruined connection, knowing he's out there somewh
o my feet. My le
erritory. The other direction. The deep woods. Shadowpine Forest, where the trees grow so
idden for
step to
ore time, desperat
le
mewhere in the distance, probably at the feast, probably accepting
The pain makes
, it has to be better than this. Better than living with a bond that remin
the tr
drift through the night. Music. Laugh
e darkness bet
ncient and wild. Magic prickles against my skin, so much stronger t
n't
h every step sends agony shooting through my chest. The tr
eeps twist
. Something else. Something silver and bright, like moonlight e
ink distantly. T
catching myself against a tree trunk. The
feel the bond flare. Like Ka
o
Let him know what
nsumes my vision en
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