Sumy’s POV
It was 8 p.m., and I stood quietly outside, waiting for Ethan and Cynthia. She would be going with us.
Cynthia is gifted because she can read someone's heart. I got confused when she asked me.
“Will you forgive your mate after what they did to you?”
Her question had struck me like lightning. I hadn’t told her anything about me, about the betrayal, about the agony that still clawed inside my chest. How could she know? I didn’t answer then. Maybe I didn’t want to. But strangely, despite her mystery, I found myself liking her. Perhaps because she carried the name of my wolf—Cynthia.
I tilted my face upward now, staring at the moon’s silver spilling across the sky. It lit the ground around me. My hand absently brushed my stomach, my baby shifting faintly under my touch. That sm
