Snow Luna
“I promise, Lydia, once we return to my pack, I’ll help uncover everything. Just give me time.”
Lydia stared at him, unsure if she could trust him again.
“Lydia? Are you there?” a voice called from outside.
Knox nodded at her. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, picked up his bag, and opened the door.
Thalia stood there.
Knox smiled at her. Lydia swore she saw pain—longing—on his face before he quickly hid it and walked away.
Thalia stepped in. “Hi,” she said, hugging Lydia. Her scent was heavily marked by Harold. Lydia’s gaze dropped to her neck—two pale crescent lines. A mate mark.
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