I hadn’t spoken to Caius in days. Not since... that night. The night when everything I thought I knew about myself shattered. How could I face him? How could I stand before the pack, the wolves who looked up to me as their Gamma, knowing that I was... this?
My fists clenched as I paced the small training room in the packhouse. The sounds of the forest outside filtered in through the open window—birds calling, the wind rustling through the trees—but I couldn’t focus on anything except the storm raging inside me.
Why him? Why had the Moon Goddess chosen him as my mate? Of all the wolves, of all the possible people, it had to be Caius—a warebear, a male warebear. And not just any male, but one who awakened something in me that I had fought to bury for so long.
The door behind me creaked op
