A slow smile pulls at my mouth. “You’re not human anymore.”
She lifts her chin, defiant. “I was never human. My wolf was suppressed.”
Of course it was.
Of course she was never meant to be weak.
Something in me settles into place like a decision already made. I smirk. “Good. I was getting bored.”
“You remember your past life,” I state rather than ask.
A slight nod, barely perceptible. “Everything. Even my death.”
The word hangs between us, heavy with implication. My wolf surges forward, desperate to touch her, claim her, but I force him back.
“How is this possible, you remember too?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
“I don’t know. But I remember how I died right after you,” I say, my voice dropping even lower. “And I won’t let it happen again.”
Her eyes widen, then dart across the room to where Ronan stands, laughing with our father’s betas. “The bond…“
“Can be broken,” I finish. “Has to be broken.”
“This time I’m getting my revenge,” she says, and I hear the echo of determination in her voice.
“You won’t face this alone. I'll protect you.” My words determined, rough, my wolf rising to the surface again.
I’m willing to leave the Silver Moon Pack and everything behind for her safety. I have enough connections as the former Alpha heir, we can find a different pack to live in. Or I can destroy the Silver Moon Pack before they harm her.
Ronan looks our way, his eyes narrowing as he notices our close proximity. He starts moving toward us, territorial and suspicious.
“I have to go,” Selena whispers urgently.
“I’ll always find you,” I promise. “We’ll figure this out.”
She moves away just as Ronan reaches us, his arm immediately reclaiming her waist.
“Making friends with my mate, Rylan?” His tone is light but his eyes are cold.
I force a smile. “Just congratulating my future Luna.”
He smirks, satisfied with my deference. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” He looks at her not with love but with the pride of ownership. “Father always said I deserved the best.”
I want to rip his throat out right here, but I incline my head instead. “Congratulations.”
As they walk away, I watch Selena’s back, straight, proud, so different from before. My wolf whines, grieving and hopeful all at once.
I will help you,I vow silently as I watch her disappear into the crowd. You are not his. Never his.
I remember catching her as she fell.
The moment my wolf claimed her. The moment she died in my arms.
MINE… just not yet.
7
Selena’s POV
