Leona's POV
"Why? If you're trying to trick me again with that excuse about knowing something about my mother, forget it. I'll never contact you again," I said coldly.
"Then what about this?"
He slowly pulled something from his pocket, his movements deliberate, almost ceremonial.
He opened his palm.
My breath caught.
—A ring.
Not ornate, yet unmistakably familiar. It rested in his hand, the metal catching the moonlight like a cold, watchful beast.
My pupils shrank, my chest tightening as if gripped by an invisible fist.
"No… impossible…" I murmured, barely above a whisper. That ring—it was the token I had once given Henry.
Damn it. How could I have forgotten this?
When werewolves bond, tokens must be exchanged. And before severing the bond—even an incomplete one—the token must b
