Selene Valeheart had released a public proclamation.
In the recording, she wept before the pack councils, her voice breaking as she declared that her own brother-by-bond had discovered me rutting with another during her pregnancy. She claimed I had struck first with false rumors about her to cover my own guilt.
Dorian Frostclaw appeared beside her, his expression heavy with grief. He said he had only tried to counsel me against hurting Selene's feelings, but I had mistaken his concern for a threat to expose my infidelity—and so I had lashed out in revenge.
Every wolf across the territories howled for Selene to sever our bond immediately, to cast out this low-born climber who had clawed his way into the Valeheart Pack through mating alone.
But she put on a mask of devotion.
"No matter what sins Kael commits in this lifetime, I cannot stop loving him."
Watching her false performance, I couldn't hold back. I retched.
Selene heard from outside the den chamber and rushed in.
"What's wrong?"
I frowned, seeing Dorian trailing behind her like a shadow. I shook off her reaching hand.