The words hit Nathaniel like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind blank. "Left? But today's the binding ceremony…"
Richard replied, "Didn't you two call it off two weeks ago?"
Nathaniel felt like he couldn't process the words. How could Sylvia have canceled the ceremony?
He rushed to the Skye pack's old den. Richard was on the couch, reading a newspaper, when the door slammed open. Seeing Nathaniel's pale face and tense demeanor, Richard froze.
Nathaniel's eyes locked on his father, voice hoarse. "Dad, what's going on? Where's Sylvia?"
Richard blinked, surprised. "She didn't tell you? That pup…"
"Dad," Nathaniel pressed, urgent.
"Two weeks ago, the day Sylvia left the hospital and came here, she said you two weren't in love. She didn't want to hold you back, said she was breaking the bon
