Back in his top-floor office, Derek's brow was furrowed tight. His assistant treaded carefully. "Derek, the binding ceremony's tomorrow. Still going through with it?"
Outsiders saw Derek and Brittany as unbreakable, but the assistant knew Derek's feelings for Hannah ran deeper. Derek paused, then said, "Keep it on. Any word on Hannah?"
He refused to believe Hannah, a she-wolf who always found a way to survive, was gone—unless she'd chosen death. Suddenly, he recalled their last encounter. She was half-buried in that pit, her face gray with despair, her eyes empty of their usual fire. Was she truly broken?
His heart skipped, a sickening lurch. That night, he sped to the cemetery, ignoring the caretaker's protests. He ordered every inch of ground around Eleanor's grave dug up, desperate f
