Elara POV
Liana was a thorn in my side from the moment she arrived. Darius was mine, or he would be if not for her.
I was so close to marrying him. Nero had asked me to be patient because there was no other she-wolf in the Midnight Claw pack that was as beautiful and smart as me. Darius was thirty and I was twenty-seven. We both hadn’t found a mate because the goddess had plans for us.
Ever since that wretched fake bond, she walked around the pack as though she belonged, stealing glances from the pack members and, worse, from Darius himself. The other night when she was with him in the garden, so close to kissing, my blood boiled. If it had been for me, I would have ripped her away from him, gouged her eyes and thrown them to vultures. And after that, the way she answered me, I felt
