By the time the sun dipped behind the snow covered treetops, my nerves were already shredded. The market incident had drained me, the frost symbol was still burned into my mind, and my wolf had not stopped pacing all afternoon. I was ready to crawl into bed and pretend the world did not exist.
But the universe hated me.
Because when I walked into the packhouse, I saw her.
A woman. Laughing. Touching my father’s arm. Wearing a dress entirely too sparkly for someone entering a home where the Luna used to live.
My stomach twisted with disgust.
Kade stood beside her, smiling a hollow smile that he only used when he wanted attention but did not want responsibility. He guided the woman toward the stairs, as if she belonged here. As if bringing a random floozy home would not tear open old wo
