My world tilted. “What did you say?” I whispered.
Her laughter was pure venom. “We made it all up,” she sang. “And your noble Alpha? He believed every word.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Nyra died… for nothing. Brexon gave her lifeblood to a boy who didn’t even need healing. They let my daughter die for a lie.
The call ended, her laughter echoing like a curse.
My hand went limp. The stone slipped from my fingers and hit the ground. My vision blurred, shaking with a fury that felt more wolf than human.
I didn’t shift. I didn’t scream. I simply… burned.
Lyssa. Brexon. Every wolf who watched and stayed silent. They would pay.
Levan studied me carefully. “If we torch this, you vanish. There’s no returning to Silvermoon.”
I stared at the spark flickering in his hand. “I left that pack the moment they let my pup die.”
He tossed the spark into the cart. Flames exploded upward, devouring cloth, wood, and the body meant to become me. Heat clawed at my skin as I stepped back, watching the false Arwen turn to ash.