Instead, I said, “I made a mistake.”
A bitter laugh escaped her. “A mistake. How convenient.” Her gaze flicked over my shoulder, scanning for threats or witnesses. “You need to go. If my wolves catch you here unannounced, this ends in blood. And I won’t stop them.”
My jaw locked. I reached for her arm—instinct, not thought—but she moved faster, twisting away with the fluid grace of someone who had fought and won against far stronger opponents.
“Don’t touch me.” The command carried Alpha power, enough to make my own wolf hesitate.
“How?” The question tore from my throat before I could stop it. My voice cracked. “How? We tried for years.”
The words died there, choking me. The memory of Lara's tear-streaked face flashed through my mind—her empty womb, the pack’s growing whispers, the pre
