The pack hall vanished into silence halfway through a conversation. A cup touched a table, someone's chair scraped back, and the sounds cut out before either could finish.
I saw mouths moving and servants crossing between the tables. A moment earlier, their voices had made a low, familiar hum.
Now I heard nothing, even when I snapped my fingers beside my ear. The curse had finally taken my hearing.
The grand doors opened. Pack members rose before I noticed why. Alpha Kaelen came through with Sienna holding his arm, and each step brought them farther into the torchlight.
My stepsister wore a cream gown cut to display her swollen belly. One hand rested beneath it; the other was tucked into the crook of Kaelen's arm.
The child was another man's, though she had convinced him it was his he
