Ethan’s POV
My jaw still ached when the weather changed, a dull, permanent reminder of exactly what Xander White had cost me in front of half the pack’s ruling class.
The healers had done their job well enough. Physically, I’d healed within days, the bone knitting back together with barely a scar to show for it.
But something else hadn’t healed nearly as cleanly, some deeper fracture that had nothing to do with bone and everything to do with the way people looked at me now.
They remembered the ballroom, they thought back to me lying on the polished floor with blood in my mouth while Xander stood over me. They remembered who had walked away and who hadn’t–the video made sure of that.
It spread through White Creek faster than any official statement ever could. Everyone had seen it. Res
