I watched Connor closely, searching his face for the slightest trace of regret.
But all I saw was mild annoyance.
“What did you say?” His voice was cold, distant. “Clara is dead?”
Duncan kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Connor’s gaze. “Yes… Luna… she was trapped in that well for over ten days. No food, no water… she… she didn’t make it.”
Connor scoffed, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Oh, she’s still bluffing. Fine. If she’s really dead, then call the priest for a ritual. Toss her corpse into the sea and let her see where playing dead gets her.”
His cruelty sickened me. I desperately sought to elevate my soul, to distance myself from him. However, an unseen tether held me fast, dragging me inexorably back.
And then I realized—the force binding me wasn’t Connor himself, but the wolf-spirit bracelet he wore.
The bracelet, woven from wolf bone and silver thread, was an ancient relic of my father. More than that, it was the token of love I had once given Connor.
I used to be like Cinderella, that pitiful girl.
My father had been the Alpha of the Starlight Pack. But after my mother’s death, he remarried and
