The message from Alpha Vincent burned in my mind like a wildfire, “I’m coming to get you.” His words echoed over and over, a promise wrapped in salvation. The thought of walking away from Ethan, from everything I once believed in, filled me with a strange mixture of dread and relief. I had made up my mind. I’d leave Foreland Pack soon. Not now—not yet—but soon.
I thought I could steel myself for the waiting. But nothing could prepare me for what awaited me when I returned home.
The scent hit me first—sharp and intoxicatingly wrong. My own scent, crushed beneath the heavier musk of Farah. The way she slithered around Ethan’s room, like a snake in my garden. My throat tightened as I pushed the door open just enough to see.
There they were.
Farah lounging on Ethan’s bed, wrapped in the soft fabric of my clothes. My favorite dress—the one I thought was lost—was twisted around her slender frame like a mockery. She was moaning low, a sound that made bile rise in my throat. And Ethan… Ethan’s hands traced curves I once thought were mine to touch, his lips pressed roughly against hers.