I didn't dignify that.
My phone vibrated against the coffee table.
A new email. The sender line read: Lycan Council—Official Notice.
I picked it up.
Mr. Whitemoon,
This is to inform you that the petition for forced dissolution of mate bond filed by Ms. Elara Vance has been reviewed and approved on expedited grounds. Effective from the date of this notice, your bond with Ms. Elara Vance is hereby formally dissolved, effective immediately. This decree is final."
I read it a second time.
Then a third.
The screen stayed exactly the same.
My hand had gone tight around the phone—tight enough that I heard the case c***k at the edge, some hairline fracture running through the corner of it, and I still couldn't make myself loosen my grip.
She had filed with the Lycan Council.
Not a threa
