I dug out our mating contract and was about to call the Pack Council's bond-dissolution office when my communicator buzzed twice. A message appeared in the spirit network group that Theron's inner circle had created to welcome me into their fold years ago.
Congrats, sister! The big day's finally here!
Congrats, congrats! It's been a long road! We're heading to the Healing Hall right now to celebrate with you and Theron.
I frowned, about to ask if they'd sent this to the wrong thread, when a third message appeared.
You idiot, wrong group! This is the FIRST mate's group. The little Luna is in the other one! Delete it, quick!
All three messages vanished in seconds.
My fingers tightened around the communicator until my knuckles went white.
A dull ache spread through my chest. Then a sharper one twisted low in my belly, and somewhere beneath my ribs my wolf stirred, pressing outward against my skin with a slow, grinding pressure, like something trying to surface through stone.
It had never occurred to me that there was another group. A second one. One I wasn't in.