GWEN
I didn't move. At least, I don’t think I did.
Archer’s eyes were locked on me, those same blue eyes I once looked at with love.
Now they just reminded me of cold steel. Of rejection. Of pain I had buried deep and forced myself to forget.
I straightened my shoulders, forced my gaze away, and looked ahead.
“Welcome, Alpha Nicholas. Luna Hattie,” Conan said in a neutral tone. “Mystic Pack is honored to have you.”
“Of course,” Alpha Nicholas replied. “The Mystic Pack has changed since I last visited. I hope the change is for the better.”
His tone was polite, but had an underlying threat.
Conan didn’t rise to it. “We’ve grown stronger.”
Archer said nothing. His eyes were still on me.
I ignored him completely. I was not the same girl he left behind.
“Are you alright?” Conan whisp
