phin

le. *Our true Luna.* The words from Eddie's post echoed in the cramped confines of my

red Kain's mind with a deafening, furious roar through the mind-link. But I was wolfless. I was t

driver's side wind

had driven for the Blakely family for decades, stood in the dim garage light. His s

s voice trembling slig

nfirmed what I already knew: the pack staff knew. They all knew K

threw the car into drive, and sped out of the suffocating underground cavern. I

stared blankly at the MQ Clothing proposals on my monitor, forcing my t

buzzed on

. The cold, human method of communication fe

ness with the Silvermoon deleg

ug. *Silvermoon delegation.* Galilea's pack. He wasn't even tr

eam, to demand the truth, to tell him about the tiny

ra:

e later, the scre

for you is in my luggage. Get

eeping with his ex, dissolving our union, and he thought a souvenir would ease his conscience? I could feel a s

a: F

purse. I couldn't breathe

ally deserted, echoing with the hum of ventilation fans. I just wanted to get to m

the VIP elevator chimed. The

ete pillar, my breath

But it wasn't the suit that made my blood run cold. It was the tie. The deep crimson silk t

ractically molded to h

ose hit my nose, suffocating and territorial. She laugh

But he didn't. Instead, he looked down at her, and a soft, indulgent smile touched his li

r unborn child while escorting

ncrete seeping into my bones as the last, fra