Flashback: Three weeks after Misty and Donovan breakup. Misty placed the last chair in the dining hall in preparation for another allied pack meeting, her fingers trembling. Clark leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.
“You heard anything?” He glanced around, ensuring no one watched. Misty shook her head. “Just the usual gossip." Clark came closer. “It’s worse than that.” Clark stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I overheard warriors saying Donovan proposed.”“What?” Misty’s heart sank. “That can’t be true. He wouldn’t—” Misty put her back against the wall. “That’s what they’re saying, Misty.” Clark’s dark brown eyes reflected concern. “Shayla has him wrapped around her finger. You know that.”
Pauline, one of Misty's Omega friends, joined them from the kitchen. Her overalls were di
