_Zarelle’s POV_
Cyric glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “How do you feel?”
“Free,” I said, and I meant it. “For the first time in years, Mirelle actually thanked me.” I smiled.
Cyric returned my smile with his bright ones. “Good. Your wolf has been suppressed for too long. It’s dangerous to keep it locked away like that. I’m happy she’s understanding.”
I nodded. I knew he was right. All those years of trying to be the perfect Luna and wife had nearly destroyed me. I had forgotten who I really was.
Mirelle had begged each day to be unleaded. She hated the injustice, the maltreatment, the pain, the blood donations. Everything. But I tried to coax her each time. To make her see things from my perspective. I did it all for love.
And now that I finally listened to her, I
