A sharp growl rumbled through my own throat, blending with the howling wind. Icrouched behind a thick wall of twisted roots, my eyes locked onto the towering castle in the distance and my fingers curled into the damp earth, my sharp nails dug deep as my body trembled with restrained rage.
I stood motionless, my fists clenched on ine of the tree branch, my eyes blazed with fury as I watched the scene unfolding in the castle's balcony.
There she was. The woman I had cast aside.
Brielle Fox.
The wolfless woman I had rejected without hesitation. The one I had deemed unworthy of being my mate, my Luna. She was weak. Pathetic.
She was nothing but an embarrassment to my pack. Yet, instead of breaking, instead of crawling back to me and begging, she had found her way here, into the embrace of another man... No, not just any man.
The Lycan King himself.
