The line went quiet after my words.
Then came Tristan’s low chuckle, confident in all the wrong ways.
“Kiera, are you serious? After everything we planned for the mating ceremony? You’re really ending it over a tantrum?”
I exhaled slowly. “So you do remember how long this has been arranged.”
He still thought I was bluffing.
“Come on. You’re just upset. I said I’d make it up to you. Acting cold won’t change how I feel.”
I didn’t need to explain anymore. When I heard Rafe arguing with him in the background, I hung up. Then I blocked every number tied to the Ashveil Pack —Tristan included.
That night, I slept through the night for the first time in weeks. And I dreamed.
In the dream, I saw a young girl curled on the floor of a cold outpost barrack. Her uniform was too big, her hands c
