Evie’s POV
If I’m being honest, I’m finding it really hard to care anymore.
My wolf is gone. My bond with Ty is cut. Ian hasn’t spared me a single glance since Ty attacked him. And now we’re in the Red Lands—a place where everyone will hate me for being a Crescent, and would hate me even more if they knew that I was the Crescent Princess.
Ex-princess, I should say.
My point is… what’s the point? What’s the point of caring? If I don’t care, at least I don’t hurt.
And I’m tired of hurting.
“Chin up, Mistress,” Olivia tells me cheerfully. “We’ll see the gang again soon enough.”
It’s just me, her, and Odin now. As soon as we crossed over the border, we were greeted by a swarm of Red Wolves in armor, toting flags with the Red family crest on them—a crest I only know of because my tutors
