I had loved him. Trusted him. Denied the blood in my veins to be his Luna.
And he had let me rot in the wild.
“Five years,” I said softly. “Five years of silence. Of empty letters and promises that never arrived. No food. No coin. Not a whisper of your voice.”
Damien’s brow creased. “That’s not true. I sent silver. One hundred moons every month. Through the courier wolves.”
My heart stopped cold.
“When?” I asked. “Every month?”
He nodded, brows drawn tight. “Since the day I left. Without fail.”
His eyes shifted. Cut to Elara.
And there it was.
Her smile didn’t falter.
But her hand—resting over her belly—tightened.
The truth was written in the stiffness of her spine.
I saw it.
And so did he.
Chapter Five
Elara’s golden eyes shimmered with mock hurt. “Selene, surely you don’t think I withheld your coin, do you?”
She placed a hand over her heart, her voice dripping with wounded innocence. “I’ll have it looked into immediately. One of the Omega staff must’ve gotten greedy… a mutt with no respect for rank.”
With a swirl of her velvet cloak, she turned, her personal she-wolf attendant following like a shadow.