I cut her off. I pulled out the pack registration documents from when Rogan founded his territory. He'd consulted some moon-seer back then, who said my birth stars were more auspicious, better for drawing prosperity and strong alliances. So he'd registered the pack holdings under my name.
Including every piece of territory we claimed together.
I spread everything across the stone table.
"This is enough to make Rogan come crawling."
I told Raven.
"I don't just want Rogan left with nothing. I want his reputation shredded before every Pack Council in the region."
I returned to the waystation den Rogan and I had shared for three years. At the threshold, there it was—moonflowers Rogan had prepared for me. Withered now, their silver petals blackened and unrecognizable, with a carved token resting on top:
Hope my mate finds joy forever.
A small wolf sigil etched in the corner.
Rogan used to bring me fresh moonflowers every single day. Five years straight, without fail.
Now.
I watched him stride in carrying a fresh bundle, his expression perfectly calm as his amber eyes met mine.
"Selene."