Chapter thirty three
The morning after the fire trial, the pack land was silent. Too silent. No birds. No howling wind. Not even the usual murmurs of patrols. It felt like the entire forest was holding its breath. So was I. Kael hadn’t spoken to me since I left him on the cliff. Not after he confessed he sent Alaric away—without my knowledge, without my consent. I’d trusted him with my life, my heart, and the child inside me. And he’d repaid it with control. I was done being controlled. “You should eat,” Mira said, bringing me a tray of fresh bread and herbs. “I’m not hungry.” “You need your strength. The elders have summoned you.” My stomach clenched. “What now?” She glanced toward the door. “They want a blood oath. A public one.” Of course they did. First they tested my magic. Now they wanted my
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