"Sorry," I said, a small, sad laugh escaping me. "I didn't have any friends in my last pack. I’m the runt," I laughed out.
Athena didn't flinch or look at me with pity. She just walked with me, letting me take my time as the story started to pour out. I told her everything—the three years of secrets with Ethan, the high of the ceremony, and the crushing blow of the public rejection. I told her how Demetrius had stepped in and practically claimed me.
"He gave me the strength in that moment to accept the rejection," I whispered as we reached the kitchen doors. "Honestly, my wolf wanted to die. I think a part of her still does."
Athena stopped, her eyes filled with a fierce, protective warmth. "I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Rachel. Truly."
"Thanks," I said, and I actually meant
