As soon as Selene moved into the packhouse, she fell ill. She couldn’t breathe, gasping for air as her wolf fought to heal her. The healers had said she was suffering from a severe reaction to the flowers and herbs I kept and nurtured in the packhouse garden.
Ryland immediately blamed me and my obsession with flowers. He said I’d been reckless, that I’d endangered Selene’s life on purpose. No matter how many times I explained that it was a mistake and that I hadn’t meant any harm, he wouldn’t listen. He was convinced I had caused Selene to fall sick.
I couldn't understand how twenty years of pack loyalty and trust could shatter instantly because of someone he had just reunited with.
Twenty years of affection and trust—gone. All because of her.
We had been planning to have our Joining Ceremony at the end of the year. We’d already started preparing. I’d even begun looking for a dress, thinking of the day Ryland would claim me as his mate. But after that incident with Selene, he never mentioned it again. The plans were forgotten as easily as I had been.