I stand at the edge of the courtyard where sunlight spills like blood across the stones. The pack celebrates. They laugh, they howl, they raise glasses to the Alpha and his hybrid mate while fresh graves still smell of turned earth behind us. My fingers tighten around the stem of a wine glass I have not touched. The liquid inside trembles.
Sienna stands in the center of it all, glowing. Kieran’s hand rests protectively over her stomach where the pup grows. A pup. Their pup. The bond between them pulses so brightly I can almost see it in the air.
I look away from them.
I was supposed to stop this.
For months, I fed Darius everything. Patrol routes. Weak points in the wards. The exact composition of the suppressants I once slipped into Sienna’s system. I tell myself it is necessary. That
