On the day of the Full Moon Hearing, Shadowpine's central square was packed.
This was supposed to have been the day Kyle marked me. Ever since I learned, 14 years ago, that he was my fated mate, I had imagined this scene more times than I could count.
The full moon. The pack. Our ceremonial clothes. Kyle holding out his hand to me.
Now everything looked exactly as I had once pictured it.
I was the only thing that had changed.
Kyle's Alpha authority had been temporarily revoked. Guards escorted him onto the stone platform. He was still wearing the formal clothes prepared for our marking ceremony, as though wearing them could somehow restore the future we had planned.
An elder read the charges against him: misappropriation of military supplies, obstruction of an investigation, and the
