My wolf did not keen again. She did not howl, did not snarl, did not throw herself against the cage of my ribs. She simply lay down. Quietly. The way a wolf lies down when it has decided that something is dead and there is no longer any reason to stand guard over the body.
I held his gaze and felt nothing at all.
His friends all wore expressions that said they'd seen this coming a mile away.
"Really."
I nodded. "Have the dissolution documents drawn up and signed for me. Theron, the pack you lead now is one we built together. If we're severing the bond, I'm taking half the territory. That's fair, isn't it?"
"More than fair. Take all of it if you want. It's just a formality anyway!"
He shot his packmates a cocky look, and the whole group burst into applause and low howls of approval.
"Theron, you absolute legend! Living the dream with a she-wolf on each arm. Can't even be jealous!"
My eyes were ice. He didn't notice.
Something deep in my chest stirred, a cold, quiet thing. My wolf, who had been silent for so long, pressed against the inside of my ribs. Not in grief. In focus.
Corvina said she was hungry. She wanted some bone broth.