Hannah
I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at Noah’s ridiculous request.
“Call off the divorce?” I echoed, shaking my head slowly as my amusement faded into disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
Noah’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening. “I am completely serious, Hannah. This divorce could jeopardize everything for Nightcrest—our chances of hosting the Lunar Festival, our alliances with other packs, our reputation… our entire standing as a pack.”
I shot to my feet at his words—my silk robe swirling around my ankles as I whirled to face him fully. “Are you honestly telling me the only reason you want to stop this is for political gain?” I demanded.
Noah flinched almost imperceptibly at my venom, but his tone was measured as he responded. “It’s our pack, Hannah. It’s our duty
