ログインSpeak for your own bloodline," Grant grunted, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble. "My sire and dam made it clear they’d only acknowledge my achievements once I’d claimed a Master’s rank in the High Council. They certainly aren't scenting the air in that crowd today.""You see?" I said, gesturing toward Grant to drive the point home to Preston. "Even his own cold-hearted elders don't consider this display of pageantry worthy of their time."Preston still looked as though he were fighting his own instincts, his tail-bone twitching with indecision. "What would we even track instead of this ceremony?"I scanned the circle of males, an idea catching fire in my mind the moment my gaze locked onto Harrison’s amber eyes. "How about a run? A return to the Northern Glades—the weekend of the Great Hunt, two-point-oh?"Grant and Oliver were instantly baring their teeth in feral grins of approval. Preston shrugged, though the spark of excitement in his eyes gave him away, and Harrison
So Madeline watched him stalk out of the den, distancing himself from her and the gravity of his confession, too paralyzed to shift or speak.What in the name of the Great Mother?No, truly. What the actual hell? Did he honestly believe he could drop a soul-shredding revelation like that and just vanish into the tree line? What kind of wolf did that? He couldn't even stand his ground to hear her side of the hunt? and what kind of pathetic whimpering excuse was "I need some air"? A coward’s retreat, that’s what it was.Stupid, thick-skulled cur. Did he really think he was going to slink away after that?Goddess, I just wanted to—I was out of the hearth-room before my wolf could even finish the thought.Harrison had just reached the stone walkway when I threw open the heavy oak door, letting it slam against the exterior stone with a crack like thunder as I leaped down the stairs."You absolute bastard!" I snarled, causing him to spin around, his amber eyes wide with shock.And then I l
“I’m sorry, what?” Serena cut in, her features twisting into a look of genuine bewilderment. “He howled to you that we shared a den?”“Did you truly believe he would mask a scent that foul from me?” I dragged my claws through my hair, the old irritation sparking in my blood again.Serena’s sharp, barking laugh caught me completely off guard. “I cannot fathom that he would howl such a fiction. Listen, the one trail you never fake is mating with your former flame. What a wretched cur.” She made a sound of pure visceral disgust. “Ugh, forget my blessing—perhaps you shouldn’t bind yourself to him after all.”I ignored her jab, my mind snagged on her first reveal. “What are you saying? That he lied to my face?”“We never completed a mating,” she said, as if it were pack law. “To be honest, all the male did was whimper on my shoulder and scent the air for you.”I shook my head, unable to wrap my wolf’s mind around the idea that Harrison would weave a lie that massive—a lie that had ensured
I shoved past him, my paws clicking against the stone steps of the porch. I had no intention of calling upon him for a single thing. In my mind, he was as cold and dead as Harrison, and I doubted the seasons would change that. Behind me, Harrison howled my name one last time, a desperate, broken sound, but I refused to turn.The heavy thud of the oak door sealing shut behind me was the only answer he deserved.Harrison could feel Grant’s amber eyes burning into his back. As much as he hungered to pretend he was the only soul on this stretch of pack road, he knew escaping the confrontation was impossible."Did you truly mate with her?" Grant asked, closing the distance between them with slow, measured strides. "Give me the truth of your scent."It was no shock that Grant smelled the deception. Harrison knew he owed his beta the truth, especially after finding him guarding Maddie’s den. It took only a single sniff to realize Grant was the one Maddie had sought after I’d retreated—a wise
The mention of Harrison made my chest constrict again, and despite my best efforts to leash my spirit, a single salty drop tracked a path down my muzzle."Oh, by the Mother," Grant blurted, scrambling to throw his heavy arms around my shoulders once more, and I let him pull me into the steady heat of his frame. "What went down? What did that cur do? Do I need to challenge his rank?"I shook my head against the coarse fabric of his charcoal tunic, the scent of rain and pine clinging to him, but the barks wouldn't form in my throat.His tone grew urgent, a low rumble of command. "Maddie, howl it out. What happened?"I hungered to tell him, but simultaneously, I feared the memory. I didn't want to scent that betrayal again. I just wanted to numb the connection."Maddie—""The bond is severed," I finally choked out, my eyes snapping shut. "I cast him out. I told him I was done with the false trails, done with Serena, done with every thorn he’s driven into my paw. I told him—" I broke off,
“Because you’re bound to her soul.”It was a blunt truth, one that carried far more weight than my own pride could shoulder. I snarled inwardly, loathing her for it. I hated Serena for scenting the one truth I still refused to howl, hated her for knowing my wolf’s heart so damn well. Seasons ago, I’d viewed that as our strength. Our unspoken pack-bond was the sinew that held us together, but as the moons turned, it became clear she tracked my mind better than I would ever track hers.“I hold no claim on her.”Serena shook her head, her eyes flashing with disbelief. “That is a false howl, and you know it.”Of course I knew it, but I wasn’t about to bare my throat. How could I? Releasing those words into the air would only sharpen the silver. They would have dragged me out of the numb, winter haze of denial—the only thing successfully keeping my beast from snapping for now.“Does the trail even matter anymore?” I growled, dropping my aching skull into my palms. “She barked it clearly: s







