Ava's POV
Victor’s gaze snapped toward her, sharp with disbelief. He hadn’t expected this. None of us had.
Clara had always been the one constant. The one who insisted I stay. Five years ago, when that reckless night that got me knocked up tied our fates together, she hadn’t hesitated. She made him marry me, binding us before the elders of the pack.
Even when everyone whispered that I had killed Juliet… she stood in front of me like a shield. She never believed any of that. She tried all she could to ensure I didn’t go to jail, but it was futile.
And now… she was letting me go. I felt a pang of pain in my chest because I knew it was not an easy thing for her to do.
Victor still hadn’t spoken, but I felt it then, through the faint bond that had never fully settled between us. That sudd
