Rebecca's pov
There was a long silence after Selena spoke. Her words echoed in my mind: He chose to betray us.
My chest tightened as the weight of her words settled over me.
“Wait… do you know the person who’s going to be his—his chosen mate?” I asked, my heart pounding. Selena’s sudden cold tone was alarming. Wolves were instinct-driven creatures; although I could reason and think things through, Selena couldn’t. She was programmed to want our mate, no matter what. The only explanation I could come up with for her icy demeanor was that she knew the other she-wolf.
“Yeah, you're right,” Selena’s voice came, a bitter edge to her tone. “Wolves are instinct-driven. Mates are everything to us—they're our strength, our reason for existence. And yes, I was wallowing in anguish for our mate.
