"You excited to return up north?" Marcie asks as I check off what I would need for this trip on my list. I grimace, thinking about how I was treated growing up and look my friend in the eye.
"Honestly, no. That place was a nightmare. But if me taking the throne means bettering werewolf kind, then I will do it." Marcie gives me a small smile before pulling me in for a hug, her comfort being something I need in this moment. We have a week to head up north, a week to see Alexander and Narin. My heart clenches at the mention of my ex-mate, the reminder that the bond has not yet broken when last night Albot had to hold me once more through the pain of Narin f*****g some she-wolf. At one point, I thought about getting back at him, at allowing Narin to feel the pain I felt by giving in and a
