Sora's POVThe apology settles something. But it doesn't cut the last thread, and we both know it.
I find that out the next morning, standing at the lodge window with a cup of coffee going cold in my hands, when Bobby says it out loud.
"You know you're still married to him, right?"
"I know."
"Not married-married. I mean the bond." He leans against the doorframe. "On paper, in the eyes of every pack from here to the coast, you're still Blackwood's Luna. Still his mate. That doesn't just fall off because the two of you had a good cry about it."
"It wasn't a good cry."
"You know what I mean, Doc."
I do. That's the trouble. I asked the Lycan King for one thing above everything else, and it was to belong to no one. And here I am, still carrying Ethan's name stitched into me at a level dee
