The next morning arrived in heavy silence. Every servant in the Silverfang Pack house already knew what had happened last night. No one dared look at me, and no one knew how to speak to me.
I sat at the long breakfast table, flipping through a simple magazine, eating slowly. The air felt cold.
“The Blackwing Pack said they will not wait anymore. In three hours, they will send someone to collect you.”
Just like that, a letter slid across the table toward me. My father had been sitting there for almost half an hour without saying a word, his food untouched.
[The Announcement of Dowries
Lady Freya Silverfang of the Silverfang Pack will be given the following:
50 million golden coins
The Silverfang Pack’s heirlooms
Half of the pack’s castle]
“I—I didn’t know you were going to mate Auron Blackwing,” my father said softly. “Your grandmother made everything official this morning. I found out only today.” He swallowed. “Freya… I don’t hate you. If you could just be a little more obedient—”
“I won’t be here anymore to stop you from bringing your mistress into this house,” I cut in coldly. “So go ahead. Bring Gwyneth’s mother home and give her my mother’s place.”