The sobs came out of me like a storm I could no longer contain. Every cry echoed against the stone walls of the packhouse, swallowed by the wind. I clutched the railing, shaking, my tears dripping onto the marble like rain.
My wolf keened inside me, Our pup, our bond, everything we gave him…
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, where our new pup was growing. I should’ve felt joy. Instead, I felt betrayal burning in my veins.
Then my phone buzzed.
A small sound, almost insignificant, but it sliced through the quiet.
I blinked through my tears and looked down at the screen. The notification was from Moonbook, the social network our pack used.
The name on it made my heart stutter.
Hannah Linston had posted something. For reasons I couldn’t explain, my thumb hovered for a moment before I opened it.
And then my whole world turned black.
A photo filled the screen, two hands intertwined, their faces not shown. One hand belonged to a woman, delicate, pale, familiar. The other was large, tan, veined… masculine.
And on that wrist — that unmistakable bracelet of pure silver with an engraved moon symbol.
The bracelet I’d given Jeremiah for our second anniversary.