Myra’s POV.
Navori’s words hit me like a physical blow, humiliation burning through me as my last shred of trust with the pack crumbled from her words.
And Navori had done it perfectly, breaking down every single bit of trust the pack might have held for me.
One that was already on thin ice since the news spread of Alaric's death, which I caused for meddling in.
But I was more surprised to have woken up to Tarrin by my side. I couldn't help but jump off him in surprise when I noticed his hands around me.
I could see hurt that was immediately laced with amusement as Tarrin let out his signature boyish smile before he stood up from the bed.
“T-Tarrin…” I mutter as I watch him wear his shirt back with a slow shake of his head to assure me.
“Don’t worry about it, Emerson; I just wanted
