Sindy
The sound of the pack still echoed in my ears long after the circle dissolved.
Their howls. Their gasps. Their voices chanting, pressing, demanding. It hadn’t been my voice that carried—it had been theirs. A wall of sound that crushed down on me until I cracked open, until the words tore free before I could stop them.
I trusted you.
The confession still burned on my tongue, raw and blistered, as if I’d swallowed fire.
And maybe I had.
Because the moment the words left my mouth, I was consumed.
Not just by their approval. Not just by their hunger.
By him.
By the bond.
By the truth I swore I’d never admit.
I stumbled back into the lodge on trembling legs, my staff clutched so tight I thought it might splinter in my hands. My body felt like it had run for miles, fought for ho
