Bound and Burned by the One I Loved
Five months pregnant, I watched my fated mate’s foster sister pour oil on our sacred threshold and strike the spark. I didn’t reach for the pack-link.
Last life, I screamed through our bond.
Cassian—my Alpha, the wolf I’d followed since I was six—came for me. Pulled me from the flames while his foster sister burned to charcoal behind us.
He said nothing against me, even arranged the best care for my pregnancy.
But on the fourth night after our daughter was born, he dragged us to the Blood Moon altar. He stood upon the High Rock, silver fur gleaming in the dark, and gave the order.
His enforcers pinned me to the stone. He watched, silent and still, as they lit the pyre beneath our daughter’s body first—then mine.
"You let Eira burn," he said, while the flames devoured us. "So you burn with what you loved."
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den.