I couldn't breathe.
The words were still inside my head.
She can never become your Luna.
I had heard them in the vision.
But I wasn't sure whether they belonged to Damian's memory or mine.
Maybe both.
I sat on the edge of the bed while Kael stood near the window.
Neither of us had spoken for several minutes.
"Say it again," I whispered.
Kael turned.
"What?"
"The thread."
"It leads to Damian."
"And the rejection?"
"Was likely manipulated."
My fingers tightened around the blanket.
"Then Damian didn't choose to reject me."
"We don't know that yet."
"But you believe it."
Kael was silent.
That was enough.
I looked down.
For months, I had hated Damian.
Every time I remembered his face during the Mate Ceremony, anger burned through me.
He had looked at me.
He had heard me
