Raphael’s POV
Three months since the healer whispered the words that drained the light from Isabella’s eyes. Three months since the air in the Silver Moon Pack house turned heavy, like smoke that wouldn’t clear.
The nights had been long, not because of grief, but because the damn dreams wouldn’t stop. I’d wake with the weight of her face in my mind — Athena’s face, sharp in the shadows, those dark eyes on me like she still had the right. I never asked for her to show up in my head. I didn’t want her there. I didn’t even want the memory of her.
I told myself she was nothing but a coward who ran into the arms of a man beneath me. A lowly guard. She’d thrown away her place, her chance to give the Silver Moon Pack an heir. She’d chosen filth, and now the Goddess thought I had to find her to
