And over the years, lulled by his sweet words repeated day after day, I withered into a gaunt, hollow-eyed she-wolf whose inner wolf had gone so quiet I sometimes forgot she was there at all.
I never imagined that within five or six years, every one of his elder brothers would die, and the Thornwood Pack elders would offer Finn the Alpha title on a single condition: accept the secondary bloodline succession, and the territory was his.
Once he became Alpha, he simply slotted Edith into the role of his Luna and raised her pups as his own.
By the time I dragged myself to his territory gates, Finn had long since forgotten that my daughter and I existed.
So much so that when we died miserably in my past life, he didn't shed a single tear.
If anything, he was relieved he wouldn't have to write up divorce papers after all. Relieved the mating bond would simply rot away with my corpse, no Moonfire Ritual required.
This time, no matter what it took, I would change my daughter's fate and my own.
Hildegarde and I knelt at the gates of the Silvercrest compound. The territory sentries couldn't bear the sight of us and reported our arrival five or six times. Two hours later, my father finally came out.