After the fight with Thorne, I hardly saw him. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing there’d be consequences for what I’d done.
Today was pup training. The little ones were being prepped, and soon they'd be taken under the warriors' wings. Parents stood proud, watching their pups join the ranks. The air was filled with excited howls.
It hit me hard, thinking about my unborn child. He would've been one of the strongest pups here.
“But my son doesn’t deserve an ungrateful pack,” I muttered under my breath.
I turned to leave, feeling the weight of it all—then I saw Thorne, watching me. His eyes were burning with something I couldn't quite place.
“If you didn’t kill him, our son would be here with me,” he said as I walked past, his voice cold.
I froze, taking a deep breath, trying to keep my rage in check. The nerve of him! I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth. “You’re the one who made me do it.”
Thorne scoffed. “Selene wouldn’t have done the same—”
“I don’t give a damn about Selene!” I snapped, spinning to face him. “Do you honestly think our son deserved a father like you? You’re selfish, Thorne.”