The message went out, but no read receipt appeared, and no reply came.
I stared at the screen until the phone went dark on its own. The bond site at the nape of my neck began to hurt again. This time, it was not the tearing kind of pain, but something dull and suffocating, like a damp cloth being pressed over my mouth and nose.
It would not kill me.
But I could not breathe through it, either.
I put the phone in my pocket and pulled myself up against the wall.
The living room still carried the lingering sweetness of that woman's perfume, cloying as rotting fruit. Shreds of the wedding dress were scattered across the floor, the white satin smeared with dust.
I crouched down and gathered the pieces one by one.
Halfway through, my hands began to tremble.
My inner wolf was calling for h
