Veyra’s POVThree months. That was how long I had before the Black Moon.I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to steady my breathing. The second chance was real and somewhere beyond these walls, the man who had watched me die was still living as if he had done nothing wrong.Draven Ashford!In my first life, I had spent years mistaking his demands for trust and my sacrifices for love. When hunger came, he had weighed my life against his pack’s survival and decided I was expendable.I could still hear his voice. I don’t have the luxury of sentiment, Veyra. My hands curled into fists. I wouldn’t confront him yet. He had no idea I remembered everything, and I intended to keep it that way until I had secured my money, my safety, and every chance of surviving what was coming. Whatever it was, I refused to waste it. Footsteps approached my bedroom.I froze as the door opened, and Draven walked inside. For several seconds, I couldn’t breathe properly. He wore a clean shirt, his dark hair w
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