[Jasper's POV]
The great hall of Ironfang Keep buzzes with conversation as the pack gathers for the evening meal. Jasper sits at the head table, his storm-gray eyes scanning the assembled wolves with cold detachment.
Beside him, Serenya leans close, her honey-blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. She places her hand on his arm, the gesture possessive and deliberate. The pack notices. They always notice.
That's the point.
"You seem distracted tonight," Serenya says, her voice low and sweet. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Jasper says shortly.
But it's a lie.
Everything feels wrong lately. Has felt wrong since the rejection. Since Araya.
Jasper shoves the thought away. He made his choice. Cast her out. Severed the bond. Named Serenya his new Luna.
It was the right decision. The only
