For a heartbeat, the world froze.
Iris knelt on the concrete at the bottom of the hospital steps, thin coat pooling around
her, dark hair falling over her shoulders.
Behind her, microphones and cameras glinted like teeth.
“Sylvia!" Someone shouted her name.
A reporter, male, young, eyes bright with excitement.
“M s.
Gray, is it true you broke the mate bond because of another man?" “Who is the mystery wolf
in the photos?" “Did you cheat on Alpha Michael?" Questions fired up the steps like
arrows.
Sylvia's fingers tightened on the strap of her bag.
Her ribs ached just looking at the crowd.
Her wolf bristled, uneasy.
Trap, it whispered.
Trap.
Iris lifted her face.
Tears clung to her lashes, catching the light.
Her eyes were red, the skin under them bruised with lack of sleep.
