a's

lasted for three heartbeats, then shat

e kid

to the Lead War

e color of fury and humiliation. "Guards!" she s

toward me, their

ver eyes locked on Briar, and the

said, my voice carrying a strange resonanc

s if struck. The

lat statement of fact, "because every time

The color drained from Briar's face,

of the older pack members exchanged un

iet warrior who'd left the pack years ago.

t, the memories she kept buried

"You met him at the full moon Pack Run. The G

g the obsidian dagger shook. "You're... you're ly

r of her lies. "Because he was the son of an Omega, and you were the Lead

crowd. To reject a Fated Mate was one of th

nd you told yourself it was for the good of the pack. But every night, you feel the agony of your torn soul. You turn

driven into the coff

la

er nerveless fingers and

the crowd, but their judgment. Their contempt. He

ore from her throat. She shoved her way through the stunned crowd and fled

blic sentenc

d. He stared at me, his expression dazed,

ched out and touched the ir

al links crumbled into dust,

is wrists, staring at me wi

s voice hoarse. "Who in t