SYLVESTER
Mira did all she could, but I ended up leaving her. I can still remember how everything happened that night. The sharp pains and sudden regret.
The celebration was loud. Drums echoed through the night. Laughter bounced from every corner of the Red Moon Packhouse. Wolves drank, danced, and shouted my name like I had led them to victory.
But all I felt was silence.
My feet moved on their own as I walked through the party, fake smiles plastered on my face. Warriors raised their glasses at me, and I nodded like a proud Alpha. Everyone was happy. Everyone believed we’d gotten rid of the “problem.”
Nora.
The name echoed in my head, soft at first, then sharp.
“She was nothing but a stain on our legacy,” Mira whispered beside me, leaning into my side. Her arm looped through mine a
