(Audrey's POV)
It turned out that Arthur Moonstone thought the same as the Shadowcrest pack. I was just a burden to him. He must have complained a long time ago. Otherwise, such harsh words wouldn't have slipped out so easily. A bitter smile appeared on my lips. I shouldn't have hoped that he would save me.
The silver rope continued to burn against my skin as I hung there, abandoned by the wolf who had promised to win me back just hours earlier.
"Well done, Alpha Moonstone!" Marcus Blackclaw clapped his hands together, his face alight with cruel amusement. "I must say, I'm impressed by your decisiveness. Choosing the Shadowcrest she-wolf over your marked Luna—that's going to make quite the story in pack circles."
Emma nestled deeper into Arthur's arms, her face buried against his chest. "Arthur, it hurts so much," she whimpered, though I could see no visible wounds on her. "Can we leave now? I don't want to be here anymore."
Arthur didn't even look in my direction. It was as if I
