It had been six days since my mating ceremony and Jared's unrighteous banishment. Nothing was the same anymore. Even though no one dared to speak down to me or hit me, every look felt like a dozen punches to my mind and body. I hadn't seen or heard from Jared this entire time. Everyone was trying to get my mind off of what happened. My mom came by the packhouse daily to bring me treats and tell all sorts of funny stories about different pack members. Carlos kept apologizing every other hour offering to be my personal assistant and confidant should and if I ever needed someone to talk to. Shayla was still her smug evil self and just kept laughing at me, any time she saw my woeful face. Dad just kept saying to forget about Jared and move on since I have a new life with a great mate. None of
