My blood froze.
“No, she doesn’t suspect a thing,” he continued. “She actually thinks she’s seducing me. Pathetic.”
My hands shook.
“She’s nothing compared to Elowen,” he said. “Elowen’s the one from the seer’s golden vision—you know that.”
That was the strike that finished me.
“I’ll stay until Elowen understands her role. Keep my pack running in my absence. Luminara holds until I return.”
Luminara. The name jolted through me. A phantom pack whispered about in the dark. Unmapped. Ruthless. And he was their Alpha?
The betrayal burned through me like acid.
I should’ve turned and walked away. Should’ve howled my grief into the forest. Should’ve become the mad thing my mother once was.
Instead, I kicked the door open.
Lyra’s POV
I didn’t move at first. Just stood there, the door half-splintered from my kick, staring at him as my pulse thundered and my wolf snarled beneath my skin.
His fingers still clutched the picture of Elowen as though it were a sacred charm. His other hand…
Goddess above.