Devon’s form remained as formidable as ever, his mature face chiselled with a dark aura that never faded.
To the world, he was my husband. But every time we performed the mating ritual, my blood screamed for Daniel.
Soon, I would end him. The time was close.
“It’s a long process,” Devon continued, his expression hard. “I’ve already planted the idea in the council that your brother never owned your wealth. It rightfully belongs to you.”
“But doesn’t everyone believe I’m dead?”
“Some of your father’s loyalists still remember. They know you bore a child and sent him to another pack. That inheritance could fall to him.”
I clenched my jaw. "We need to find that child before they do. If it’s about wealth, others might use the child to challenge the next alpha. We can’t afford any obstacles."
His eyes darkened as he nodded. For a moment, we stared into each other’s gazes, seeing nothing but the ghosts of the siblings who had betrayed us.
We were one year away from reclaiming what was ours. Retribution would be ours. Soon, we would walk freely in the lands that had been stolen.
“It’s time to go to the babaylan,” Devon murmured, gripping my arm.