The coins passed through hand after hand until they finally reached one of Alaric's packmates.
I was so desperate I nearly dropped to my knees and bared my throat.
"Please—please make sure this reaches Alaric. He cannot fall into more trouble with the Council."
But at that very moment, Alaric was with his little Omega at the harvest festival grounds, posing for memory-captures like they hadn't a worry beneath the moon.
He tossed those five hundred silver marks at a festival worker like they were scraps from a kill.
"Filthy coin from the goddess knows where. Disgusting."
Just like my heart—crushed beneath his heel without a second thought.
And now, here was Alaric, personally overseeing every detail of Lily's birth-moon gala. A moonstone vessel worth more than most wolves earned in a lifetime sat on display as mere decoration.
Every detail had been arranged with meticulous care.
But I could not bear to watch any longer.
I nearly lost control more than once. I wanted to storm across the gathering hall, to rake my claws across his face until the marks never healed.