I imagined her lying in another man’s arms, whispering the same vows she once gave me. The thought curdled in my stomach, sour and violent. My hands flexed, aching for release, for something to break beneath them. My wolf pressed against my skin, savage with jealousy, but the sight of the children kept me chained.
Adam snarled, pacing in my chest.
“She’s lying. She’s hiding”
I shut him out with effort. Because this conversation was not meant for this place and this was definitely not the time.
The first round began. Myra grabbed Elijah’s hand, Caleb’s too, pulling them toward the starting line. Their laughter rang across the lawn, bright and careless. For a moment, even the hostility between Adeline and me dimmed in their glow.
But when Adeline pushed past me to follow them, her shou
