The Fated Series
Wolves bustled past, the music began to swell in the hall, the feast called to life—but for a moment, the world narrowed to them again.
Evandra’s gaze dropped to Evans, to the little boy safe in his father’s arms. Her lips curved—not into the smile he remembered from their marriage, not into the joy he used to claim, but into something gentler. Sad. Forgiving, perhaps, but untouchable.
“You’re right,” she said at last. Her voice was low, even. “You don’t deserve it. But the Goddess saw fit to give you another path, Jalen. Don’t waste it.”