“What did you say?” I demanded, my voice shaking with a mix of disbelief and rage.
Ronan, one of the children I thought I could trust, stood before me, his face as stone-cold as the betrayal in his eyes. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even look guilty. In fact, there was a strange satisfaction in his gaze that sent a chill down my spine.
“You heard me, Eira,” he said softly, the words like poison dripping from his tongue. “I’ve been working with the rival pack. All along.”
I stumbled back, my heart hammering in my chest. “No. No, you can’t—this isn’t real, Ronan. You’re—”
“Real?” He cut me off with a laugh that was hollow, mocking. “I’ve been real from the start, Eira. You just never wanted to see it.”
I couldn’t breathe. My mind spun, reeling with the implications. Ronan, my brother’s clos
