Nyx's POV
"No," my mother agreed. "He didn't."
And that was what hurt most. Not the imprisonment or the interrogations or even the physical pain. Not even losing my wolf, though that absence ached like a missing limb.
It was that he'd looked at me, felt the mate bond the same way I did, and chosen not to believe it. Chosen to see me as a threat instead of what fate said I was.
My wolf would have howled at the injustice of it, would have raged at our mate's blindness. But she was gone, and I had to carry this grief alone.
"Mom?" Finn's voice cut through my thoughts. "Are you going to tell the pack now?"
My mother glanced at him, then back at me. "I need to inform everyone about the preparations. Make sure the families know we're leaving in two days." She squeezed my hand. "Will you be
