The man smiled, the expression never reaching his cold eyes. "An old friend of the family. I've been looking for the Lancaster heir for quite a while. My promised mate. Of course, her father backed out at the last second, and let's just say my father wasn’t too pleased.”
"Promised, mate?" My voice came out as a strangled whisper. The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet, reality shifting like sand. "That's not possible."
The man's cold smile widened. "Your father didn't tell you? How fascinating. I wonder what other secrets died with him."
Kyle growled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You're lying."
"Am I?" The man's gaze never left my face. "Ask her grandmother. Ask her about the betrothal contract between the Lancaster and Silverclaw packs. Ask her why they've been hiding all
