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The ninety-ninth time I confessed my love to my childhood friend Oliver, he gave me his answer: a grand marking ceremony with Harriet, the woman he truly loved.
As the pack members mocked me, his younger brother Evan dropped to one knee before me and made a heartfelt promise.
"He doesn't deserve you. I'll protect you with my life for the rest of our days."
Evan and I formed a mate bond. He cherished me so openly that the entire pack envied us.
Until the day Harriet and I were both knocked to the ground by a pack of rogue wolves.
Without hesitation, he threw himself over Harriet, taking the wolves' claws across his shoulders and back as he fought open a path for her to escape.
Half-dead, I dragged myself into the infirmary. Through a half-open door, I heard him confronting Oliver.
"Wasn't the whole reason I formed a mate bond with her to keep her from getting between you two? Harriet's been through a terrible scare. Why shouldn't I be allowed to stay by her side?"
So he'd been lying to me from the very beginning.
Still covered in wounds, I walked into the council chamber.
"I request a forced severance of my mate bond and permission to leave the pack."
But later, when word of my supposed death reached the pack, why did he storm into the council chamber, drop to his knees on the freezing steps, and go mad with grief?